Stories about mountains have always been more than geography. They're warnings. Memories.
Bones of the earth holding secrets we pretend not to hear.When Devils Ridge came into my hands, I quickly realized this was not just a story about a prison or a riot-and not even about a barber named Wayne Davie'swho found himself in the wrong place at the worst possible time. It is a story about something older and deeper, something nearly forgotten in the folds of Appalachian history and whispered only in old miner's superstitions.What happens in these pages is extraordinary-but more importantly, it feels inevitable.