Publisher Blurb: As twilight bleeds red in the sky, gaily dressed villagers lay out the yellowed bones of their departed loved ones. Teeth clacking, mouldering skulls crowned in garlands of fresh flowers greet the rising moon with cold, hollow voices. Creaking skeletons lurch forward with shuffling steps, arms reaching out eagerly towards the awaiting villagers. With warm smiles, the villagers fall into their embrace, holding them close as the creatures caress them with bony fingers. Then, the dancing begins. Welcome to Denton’s End, a village where the dead never truly die.