By Micol Ostow

Here is a home of damage and rage, of demise and deliverance.
Here is the place I stay, now not living.
Here is usually mine.

When Connor's relatives strikes to Amity, a secluded apartment at the peaceable banks of recent England's harmony River, his nights are plagued with gore-filled desires of demons. destruction, and revenge. desires he type of likes. goals he can make actual, with Amity's help.

Ten years later, Gwen's relatives strikes to Amity for a clean begin. as a substitute, she's haunted by means of lurid visions, traumatic voices, and questions on her personal sanity. yet along with her historical past, who may ever think her? And what can be performed in the event that they did?

Because Amity is not only a home. She is a residing strength, bent on manipulating her population to her twisted will. she's going to use Connor and Gwen to lead to a violent finish as she's performed prior to. As she'll do back. And back. And again.

Inspired by means of a true-crime tale, Amity spans generations to weave an overlapping, interconnected story of terror, madness, probability, and death.

Praise for AMITY:
"Calling to brain that Stephen King feeling, Ostow brings the main frightening apartment on the planet to existence with chilling intimacy." —Danielle Paige, New York Times best-selling writer of Dorothy needs to Die

“Heart-stopping and chilling—Amity will hang-out you lengthy after the final page.” —Kami Garcia, #1 New York Times best-selling author Unbreakable & coauthor of Beautiful Creatures 

"With Amity, Micol Ostow reawakens outdated horrors for a brand new iteration. a daunting story spun with magic and actual chills. hugely recommended." —Jonathan Maberry, New York Times best-selling writer of Rot & Ruin and V-Wars.

"There is horror, after which there's the very specific horror of a Micol Ostow novel. . . . The permeable limitations among from time to time, dwelling and useless, brain and global are transcended in Amity, a story that's as darkly attractive because it is flat-out terrifying." —Adele Griffin, two-time nationwide e-book Award Finalist and writer of The Unfinished lifetime of Addison Stone.

"This is a e-book that gave me genuine nightmares I nonetheless cannot shake. advised in deft, haunting language and packed with irritating heart-pounding moments of real horror, Amity is Micol Ostow at her chilling, terrifying best." —Nova Ren Suma, writer of Imaginary Girls and 17 & Gone

"The top horror is like staring into the face of a poor lunatic god, a gaze that's instantaneously so amazing and insistent, you can't glance away whether you need to. no matter if you recognize you are commencing to move somewhat crazy. Amity is all that—insidious, darkly malevolent, infectious. a good insanity, indeed." —Ilsa J. Bick, writer of the Ashes trilogy and White Space

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And that i knew it was once basic, that colour; I suggest, I knew it used to be the way in which all of these general, common humans observed the river after they checked out it. yet buried down deep, I had this robust, reliable feeling that truly the blood used to be the genuine half, the real-Real, if that makes any experience. I don’t recognize. i suppose it’s form of complicated, the place Amity ends and every thing else starts off. however it made feel to me, that I’d be the single one to choose up on that, the single individual to determine the bloody water with my very own silly eyes. It went besides so much of what I’d come to understand approximately myself, what I’d come to coach people approximately who i really am. although the river used to be again to so-called “normal,” there has been nonetheless, needless to say, a flash of blazing blood pink occurring within the nook of my eyes. And while I grew to become towards it, towards the sound of my identify, there has been Jules, curls in loopy corkscrews down her shoulders, arms on her hips, having a look might be frustrated, even perhaps whatever worse. A trickle of blood ran from her nostril. “What occurred? ” I requested, and that i may have intended one million various things. “Abel went right down to the boathouse,” she stated. Her jaw used to be tight. “He desired to test it out. ” She reached for an almost-used-up roll of paper towels at the counter. I pulled a sheet off for her, folded it right into a sq., and ran it lower than a few water from the faucet, that stinking sulfur scent putting within the air among us. She tilted her head again and that i stepped towards her, urgent the towel opposed to the path of blood oozing from her nostril. truthfully, i used to be type of mesmerized via it. i wished to catch up with to that pink rivulet. I beloved it. although I didn’t prefer to see Jules damage. “And the screaming? ” I requested. She shook her head. “The door swung close on him, stuck his hands lovely badly. I needed to tape them up. fortunately, Dad had a first-aid equipment down there. ” “So what occurred to you? ” I waved at her nostril, like she wanted a reminder. She shrugged, uncomfortable. “That’s the unusual factor. whilst I received to the boathouse, Abel was once freaking out. thoroughly wasting it. The door had closed on him, and whilst I requested approximately it, he went on and on approximately the way it had closed on him on objective. “Like whatever intentionally closed his arms within the door. Pinning him inside of. ” She bit her lip, like she used to be looking ahead to me to burst out guffawing, correct in her face. yet as she used to be conversing, that tinny, remote track was once construction in my head back. And that shaking, live-wire feeling in my belly used to be telling me: whatever had attempted to harm Abel. She was once correct. “CONNOR,” Jules acknowledged back, with extra area this time, and nasal, too, what with how the paper towel used to be pressed up opposed to one nose. The white sq. used to be blooming a watery red that seemed nearly pretty—sort of delicate—in the afternoon mild. “Yeah? ” I felt all clouded yet again. Did she realize? after all she does. It’s Jules. “God, what's with you nowadays? ” she acknowledged. “You’re on one other planet. extra on one other planet than usual,” she corrected herself. She tossed the wadded paper towel to the counter, the place it sat, taking a look like a squashed, bled-out gerbil opposed to the linoleum, and pinched the bridge of her nostril.

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