The Whispering Hollows
A novella featuring reluctant psychic Eloise Montgomery.
This deep exploration of Eloise is a perfect place for newcomers to be introduced to The Hollows, to experience a sense of place that "rivals Stephen King's Castle Rock for continuity and creepiness." (The News & Observer - Raleigh) THE WHISPERING HOLLOWS is also a source of greater insight and understanding of connections for those already drawn deep into The Hollows.
Part One: The Whispers
On an ordinary day in The Hollows, a terrible accident claims the lives of Eloise Montgomery’s husband and oldest daughter and leaves Eloise in a coma. While recovering, she experiences her first psychic vision. Struggling to understand her frightening new abilities, Eloise is torn between helping her grief-stricken younger daughter move on and the work she feels compelled to do now—heed the tortured whispers of lost women and girls calling for her.
Part Two: The Burning Girl
Ten years on, Eloise is a renowned working psychic who has resigned herself to her role in The Hollows and to “The Work.” She’s discovering some disturbing things—secrets about her genealogy and the dark history of The Hollows, and that her granddaughter, nine-year-old Finley, has her own powerful gifts. Most disturbing of all, Eloise realizes that not all of the whispering voices are calling for help. Some of them are looking for trouble.
Part Three: The Three Sisters
When Finley, now nineteen, comes to live with Eloise, Eloise’s abilities transform. Her load is somehow lighter, and rather than chasing down people she needs, they are coming to her. She teams up with a detective to help a desperate father bring his daughter’s killer to justice. Meanwhile, Finley has bigger problems than she’s willing to admit. Can Eloise help her see the difference between justice and revenge—and the dark truth that nothing stays buried in The Hollows?
Eloise Montgomery had always believed that on the day that the worst thing happened, she would know. She had thought that there would be a chill in the air, a nagging unrest, some kind of shadow over her consciousness. It wouldn't be anything she would notice, necessarily. It wouldn't stop her in her tracks. There would be no whispering voice to tell her that her husband Alfie should not get on that plane (which would then crash) or not allow one of her girls to go to the mall (where a crazed gunmen was lurking)—nothing like that. It would only be afterwards that she would say to herself: I knew. I woke up that morning and glimpsed the wraith lingering on the edge of my life. But, no—it wasn't like that at all...