The Hollow Ridge
The Witch of Biddle Creek Book Six
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Some stories don't end-they echo. After the mountain takes its due, what remains behind must learn to live again. Winter has broken in Biddle Creek, but peace is slow to return. Meg Taylor-the healer, the witch, the woman once bound to the Mountain-has vanished into mist and legend. In her absence, young Lizzie Dermott carries the heavy weight of the grimoire and the hopes of a bruised community. As whispers of healing rise from fevered homes and the crow circles above, some begin to believe the Red Woman walks again. Father Thomas Doherty, changed by grief and wonder alike, wrestles with the ...
Some stories don't end-they echo. After the mountain takes its due, what remains behind must learn to live again. Winter has broken in Biddle Creek, but peace is slow to return. Meg Taylor-the healer, the witch, the woman once bound to the Mountain-has vanished into mist and legend. In her absence, young Lizzie Dermott carries the heavy weight of the grimoire and the hopes of a bruised community. As whispers of healing rise from fevered homes and the crow circles above, some begin to believe the Red Woman walks again. Father Thomas Doherty, changed by grief and wonder alike, wrestles with the growing myth of the woman he calls his friend and the role he must now play. Together-but never quite side by side-Lizzie and Thomas forge a new balance of spirit, tradition, and truth. But the Mountain is not finished. In fleeting glimpses and whispered sightings, Meg returns-not to reclaim her place, but to become something more. Neither ghost nor saint, she passes into the hollow places of memory and faith, guiding the living from the shadows of the ridge. The Hollow Ridge is a tale of endings that bloom into beginnings, where grief and hope walk hand in hand. With lyrical prose and haunting beauty, this final volume completes the journey begun in The Witch of Biddle Creek, leaving behind not a closed door, but an open trail through mist and memory.
