My Gifts Are Hungry

Not all houses are haunted by the dead.

Grace Cather thinks she isn’t really running away from home. She’s just leaving for a night or two, to crash the party at the Last Prayer Club in Hollywood. She’ll be right back after, with stories to tell her friends about how she was the only one brave enough to even try it.

But she needs a place to stay for the night at the very least. Luckily her new friend Ariela, the Queen of No Tomorrows knows a place just for her. What neither of them suspects is that the Casa de Perditas, out there in the hills above the city, has more than stories of silent film stars or bootleggers hidden within its walls. The house and its presences have been waiting for someone just like Grace. Waiting for the longest time.

Now that she is here, the house can stop waiting and start becoming. The gifts have been given and only hunger remains.

And Grace will find that the only thing that is worse than a ghost is the ghost of someone not yet dead.

The streets of eighties Los Angeles crawl with history and electricity, broken hearts and toxic love, but mostly they crawl with the horrors of the past stealing into the future. New to Hazeland? Don’t be afraid to start here. My Gifts Are Hungry is its own path into the stories and the world; one where a lost girl finds her way to a new home, and that new home believes this girl will give it everything it has ever wanted, no matter the cost.