THE RIVER HAS TEETH x Sapphic Midwestern Gothic
Arden will brave anything to find her best friend, Octavia, who vanished weeks ago. When local police give up the search, Arden steals her dad's car to look for Octavia herself. But the Midwestern highways hide dangerous secrets, and soon Arden learns that Octavia is being hunted by a cult—and something much more sinister. And finding Octavia may mean putting herself directly in its crosshairs.
People came to Bonesaw, Minnesota to disappear. A blink-and-you-miss-it town with two seasons: a bitter, harsh winter, followed swiftly by a summer so hot and humid, every breath was wet and stifling. They followed each other like clockwork. A predictable dance that never left its residents with enough time to prepare.
The people were even worse than the weather. Worn down by time, the only ones who came to live in Bonesaw were folks stupid enough not to realize they’d be stuck forever. Dad always said that once Bonesaw got its claws in you, it never let go.
It wasn’t often that people disappeared from Bonesaw. So when Octavia vanished, she took a piece of Arden’s sanity with her.
There were three gas stations, two high schools, and five restaurants. And Arden Fischel had the luck of working at the cheapest one. Cheap meant Sundays were too busy. Too crowded. Too much loud, grating chatter and not enough tips.
Arden jolted from her spot at the Hostess podium at the sound of laughter. Bright, shining laughter. The kind that, even if nothing was really funny, you couldn’t help but laugh too. In her desperation to find the source, she turned too fast like she was a little girl again, chasing after a dragonfly down by the harbor.
But Octavia was no dragonfly.