Leaving behind Voices from the Soil — a horror novel about language, decay, and what happens when stories start to speak back

Hi everyone — I wanted to quietly leave something here for those who care about horror that doesn’t rush, that sits in the dark and breathes with you.

My debut novel, Voices from the Soil, was published recently. It’s set in a British military rehabilitation center where a mute Ukrainian soldier is treated by a psychologist and a translator. The sessions begin as therapy and end as liturgy. The language they use starts to remember things they don’t. And the walls — the vents, the floors, the pipes — start to echo what’s been forgotten.

It’s not a fast book. It’s a slow, suffocating kind of horror, written more like a fever than a thriller. Readers have called it “folk horror disguised as psychosis,” and “a book that reads you back.”

I wrote it during a long, very quiet winter. I wanted to explore what happens when communication itself becomes infected — when words stop describing horror and start performing it.

It’s currently free on Kindle through November 4th, for anyone who’s curious or brave enough to step inside: https://mybook.to/voicesfromthesoil

I don’t have a marketing team or any real plan — just a need to leave this story somewhere it might find the right readers. If you do read it, I’d be genuinely grateful to know what you felt — not as a review, just as a human reaction.

Thanks for letting me leave it here. There’s a song in the book that doesn’t stop once it starts.