For ten years, Dryvale has been dying-its riverbed dry, its people weary.
Until the night the river came back.
Black water flowed silently into the dust, thick and unreflective. The town called it a miracle.
Then the bones started washing up.
Unmarked graves. Rope-bound skeletons. Shattered idols carved with symbols no one could read. Teenagers began disappearing-drawn into the water, eyes glazed, speaking in tongues.
Pastor Reuben Cross remembers dreams that don't belong to him. Visions of rituals. Sacrifices. Of a time before the town, when the river wasn't a river...
It was a prison.
And something inside it has been waiting to be remembered.
Now the wells run black. The townspeople sing in their sleep. And the thing beneath the current is no longer dreaming alone.
A slow-burn supernatural thriller about forgotten gods, buried sins, and the horror of remembering too late, The River Dreaming will pull you under-and whisper to you in your own voice.