Like the witch and Headless Horseman, it has always been you, Izzy, who’s controlled the strings of my heart. Very soon, you’ll know the lengths I’ll go to own yours.
Nothing much happens in a sleepy little town like mine. At least that is what I think until one night everything changes. People are disappearing at an alarming rate, but even more disturbing is how they end up on my table. I’m a coroner and no stranger to death, but even I wasn’t ready for the twisted game this killer plays.
It turns personal when I awake to a gift and a note that says, He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown, but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero. I know the Washington Irving quote well. Sleepy Hollow is one of my very favorite stories, or it was until real life and fiction began to blur. Now, I don’t know what is real anymore.
The only person I can trust is Detective Crane, a long-time friend, and my high school crush. As sparks kindle between Branson and me, the bodies pile up faster, and the killer becomes bolder. I now fear that I’ve landed us both in the killer’s crosshairs. One thing is certain: something dark has been unleashed, and I’m the object of his affection.
Nothing could prepare me for the deranged desire that is ignited inside of me or the truth that turns my town into Headless Hollow.
Nothing much happens in a sleepy little town like mine. At least that is what I think until one night everything changes. People are disappearing at an alarming rate, but even more disturbing is how they end up on my table. I’m a coroner and no stranger to death, but even I wasn’t ready for the twisted game this killer plays.
It turns personal when I awake to a gift and a note that says, He who wins a thousand common hearts is therefore entitled to some renown, but he who keeps undisputed sway over the heart of a coquette is indeed a hero. I know the Washington Irving quote well. Sleepy Hollow is one of my very favorite stories, or it was until real life and fiction began to blur. Now, I don’t know what is real anymore.
The only person I can trust is Detective Crane, a long-time friend, and my high school crush. As sparks kindle between Branson and me, the bodies pile up faster, and the killer becomes bolder. I now fear that I’ve landed us both in the killer’s crosshairs. One thing is certain: something dark has been unleashed, and I’m the object of his affection.
Nothing could prepare me for the deranged desire that is ignited inside of me or the truth that turns my town into Headless Hollow.