A.R. BLACK

The Moors Are Hungry By A. R. Black The fog was already waiting when their coach dropped them at the edge of the lane. Dartmoor stretched in every direction - heather, bog, and stone - and the silence felt too heavy, too aware. But they were six teenagers on a camping trip, and the moor was just weather. Then the stone circle appeared out of the mist. Then the abandoned village. Then the cellar beneath the oldest cottage, its walls lined with bones and a centuries-old journal describing a pact that had kept the land's ancient spirits fed, generation by generation - until the villagers refused.
Now Sam is gone. Then Jay. The compass spins. The fog closes. And the journal is very clear about what happens when the tribute fails. One for many. That is the price. It has always been the price. A atmospheric British folk horror novel rooted in the dark history of the moors.