Frank Reteguiz

Something profane is emerging. And at the center of it is a missing girl."How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?"- Revelation 6:10 (KJV)Nature is home to prey and predator, awe and terror, good and evil-the mysteries of the universe woven into her very bones. But in the town of Avalon's End, something far darker is stirring beneath the surface.
A girl has gone missing. And the only one standing between her and whatever has taken her is a cursed investigator, dragged into a case that reaches far beyond the natural world. Part noir, part occult horror, part reluctant heroism-There Are No Saints Here is a descent into a town where faith, sin, and something ancient collide, and where the truth may cost more than the investigator is willing to pay.
A haunting fusion of noir and occult horror from the American Lore series, for readers who love their mysteries steeped in shadow and their heroes a little broken. Some sins don't stay buried. Some prayers go unanswered.