It’s confounding that all of your clothes have been pulled from your wardrobe and tossed into a stout oak barrel. And that your strop and shaving brush were thrown on top of them. You wonder for more than a moment…where is your razor?
What if Lizzie Borden wasn’t a patricidal maniac with an axe? What if she was trying to save the world from the Old Gods who want to take over and destroy everything? What if there was a “church” trying to bring the return of these all-consuming creatures? What if a mathematician was using his computations to kill the chosen sacrifices to spoil those plans? If all those what-ifs were true, you’d have “Chapelwood,” by Cherie Priest.
