Author: carzsouth
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The Hills Have Finally Stirred
Now that The Hills Begin to Stir is officially out in the world, I’ve been thinking about how far this series has come since the first Echoes at Black Ridge. Every book has widened the lens, but this one feels like the moment the land itself steps forward and becomes a character. Readers have already…
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The Hills Begin to Stir
The Hills Begin to Stir marks the moment when the land itself begins to wake. What once felt distant and mythic becomes immediate as the hills shift, tremble, and reveal signs of an ancient presence rising toward the surface. This fourth book pushes the series into a more physical, urgent phase of the Old Ones’…
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The River That Remembers
The River That Remembers shifts the series into its broader, more dangerous landscape. Moving from the desert into the river systems of Europe, Book 3 reveals how water carries memory just as powerfully as stone. The Rhine becomes a living archive — holding impressions, histories, and warnings that the characters must learn to interpret before…
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Behind the Scenes: Writing The World Beneath Our Feet
The World Beneath Our Feet The World Beneath Our Feet expands the mystery introduced in the first book, revealing the deeper layers of history and memory hidden beneath the land. As the characters move beyond the threshold of Black Ridge, they begin to uncover old pathways, forgotten chambers, and forces that have been shaping the…
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Behind the Scenes: Writing The Echoes of Black Ridge
The Echoes of Black Ridge introduces the quiet, unsettling mystery at the heart of the Chambers of the Old Ones series. Set against the stark beauty of the desert, the story follows the first signs that the land itself is alive with memory — impressions, whispers, and echoes that hint at something ancient beneath the…
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Beginning at the Ridge
Stories rarely begin where we think they do. Long before a book takes shape, there’s a moment — a place, a feeling, a question — that refuses to let go. For me, that moment has always lived in the desert. There’s something about the quiet stretches of stone and sky that feels ancient, as if…
S. R. De Young 