The Buzzards We Follow

Some roads lead home. Others lead somewhere you were never meant to find.

Noah Calder has spent most of his life learning how to leave. When everything finally collapses behind him, he gets in his truck and drives, searching for nothing more than distance between himself and the life he can no longer bear.

Then a stretch of Louisiana highway brings him to a stop.

Stranded by a trail of nails and miles from anywhere familiar, Noah finds himself drawn into the Quiet Kin, an isolated community tucked away beyond the trees, where the forgotten, the broken, and the unwanted have built something resembling a family.

At the center of it all is Caleb Harth.

Charismatic, unsettling, and impossible to ignore.

Caleb speaks to the wounds people try to hide. He offers purpose to those who have lost it and belonging to those who have never known it. But there are things in the Quiet Kin that Noah cannot explain. Rules no one questions. Devotion that borders on worship. And buzzards circling overhead, waiting patiently for something below to die.

The deeper Noah is pulled into Caleb’s world, the harder it becomes to tell whether he has stumbled upon a sanctuary for lost souls, or something far more dangerous. Because there is comfort in being told you belong. There is power in being given something to follow. And sometimes the most dangerous monsters are the ones who understand exactly what you need to hear.

The Buzzards We Follow is an original Southern Gothic horror novel about grief, belonging, loyalty, manipulation, and the monsters created when the world abandons people long enough for someone else to give them a family.

At its heart, the novel is also a tribute to Bray Wyatt (Windham Rotunda), to the strange beauty, unsettling imagery, Southern darkness, and deeply human storytelling that inspired a generation of fans. While The Buzzards We Follow tells its own original story with its own characters and mythology, it was written with profound respect for a storyteller who showed us that sometimes the fireflies lead us into the dark, and sometimes the outcasts are the ones worth following.