Adventure/Thriller - A tale of the legendary "Lost Island" of the Okefenokee Swamp, and the evil that lives there.
In the practice of Vodun (or, as most non-Voduns call it: Voodoo), those in service summon the Loa to enter this world to give them guidance and protect them from evil spirits. In the story of The Faded Land, it is the opposite. Mortals enter the world of the Loa—the crossroads. The crossroads, which lie between this world and the one beyond. The Loa (the Vodun equivalent of Christian Saints), reign dominion over the Faded Land. Few mortals have ever entered their world; fewer have ever returned from it. This is the story of three who did both.
Harve did not speak. Nor did he turn around, as he stood. His
eyes were fixed on the darkness beyond the fires around the camp.
He had seen, but George had not. He had seen the small red glows,
moving about in pairs in the distance—about seventy—no, sixty feet
away. He slowly raised the shotgun to his shoulder with his right
hand, and motioned to George with his left. He pointed toward the
tree behind them—and then pointed up. Again. To the tree. Up.
George understood. As quietly as he could, he picked up his rifle and
inched back toward the tree. As he hoisted himself into the lower
branches, one of them cracked beneath his foot. He heard rustling in
the distance—then silence again. T-Bone took a step forward. Harve
slowly raised his hand, and held up five fingers—then, two fingers.
Seven. Whatever Harve had spotted, there were seven of them.
George climbed to a large branch about nine feet off the ground. He
had a clear view of the area in front of Harve, but still could not see
anything past the fires. Then, as his eyes adjusted to the darkness,
he saw the seven dark figures. Wolves? He couldn’t make them out—
until two of the seven stepped forward into the light. George felt his
bones turn to ice.