A ᴍᴏᴏɴsʜɪɴᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴜʀʀᴇᴀʟ ɢɪꜰᴛ, ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢᴍᴀɴ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴅᴏɢ.
Yᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀɢᴇs.

Baer Creighton is a gifted distiller of fruited moonshine, capable of detecting even the subtlest lies. He lives in the woods next to his house, philosophizes with his dog Fred, and writes letters to his high school love Ruth--who long ago chose Baer's brother.

Baer keeps a low profile. Everyone is happy drinking his sublime moonshine--until Fred goes missing. A week later, while Baer harvests apples in the moonlight, a chain of headlights emerges from the woods. A single truck tosses a bundle to the ditch.

When you discover who stole Fred, you'll know you've found a new master of the dark surreal.

And when you see what Baer does to him... Them...

You haven't read a novel like this.

I promise.