{"product_id":"mothman-is-my-boyfriend-isbn-9781683695189","title":"Mothman Is My Boyfriend","description":"\u003cb\u003eFall in love with a secret town and its mysterious inhabitants in ten charming tales of human–cryptid romance.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWelcome to Cryptid Creek, an invitation only a rare few receive! Stumble into this hidden place full of undiscovered creatures, from yetis to lake monsters, who will lure you into their cozy community. Stay for the hospitality, the enigmatic fantasy locale, and—most of all—the sense of belonging.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAllow ten of your new neighbors to share their most intimate stories and heart-racing trysts, like:\u003cbr\u003e• Lucy’s coffee-shop meet-cute with Mothman\u003cbr\u003e• Sloane’s sweet skate-park romance with Fresno, a nightcrawler\u003cbr\u003e• Sasquatch’s butch\/femme karaoke bar encounter with June\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCryptid Creek chose you, chose to let you in—so if you loved \u003ci\u003eLegends and Lattes\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThat Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf\u003c\/i\u003e, dust off your cutest outfit and delight in all it has to offer. | \u003cb\u003eMcKayla Coyle (they\/them) \u003c\/b\u003eis a lesbian writer from Alaska currently living in Washington. They’re the author of \u003ci\u003eGoblin Mode: How to Get Cozy, Embrace Imperfection, and Thrive in the Muck\u003c\/i\u003e and the publishing coordinator for Literary Hub, and they hold an MFA in fiction from the New School. In their free time they read a lot of fantasy novels and make a lot of jam.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eWendy Stephens\u003c\/b\u003e is a spooky artist and illustrator living in the UK, whose digital art combines soft pastel colors with a gothic aesthetic. | Prologue\u003cbr\u003eWelcome to Cryptid Creek\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe forests of the Pacific Northwest are mysterious places. Dense, dark, and misty, full of sounds and strange animals.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSometimes the woods feel like they might go on forever. Bird calls echo for too long, footsteps are too muffled. All that can be seen of the sky is a somber gray peering through the treetops. Everything is alive, everything seems to be watching. The moss, the lichen, the bushes full of shining berries, the spindly flowers that grow low to the ground. The trees most of all. The map quickly becomes useless. The compass spins and spins.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt’s been two days in the woods and you’re starting to worry that you’ll never get home. This was supposed to be an easy hike. The guidebook promised it would take a few hours at most.\u003cbr\u003ePanic is setting in. There’s no way to know where you’ve been, no way to know where you’re going.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThen you hear it. The sound of running water. Faint, but not far off. Hurrying through the trees, tripping on roots and rotting stumps, you move toward the sound. Finally, a break in the trees. A creek flowing over polished rocks, green and brown and blue. Strands of algae wave in the water, tiny fish dart with the current. Moss grows in thick tufts on the bank. Without hesitating, you follow the water upstream.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA wisp of blue sky peeks through the clouds. There’s something up ahead. It’s an old wooden footbridge, soft with age. A good sign. Someone was here once. Maybe someone still is.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eYou follow the gentle curve of the creek until you hear something through the trees. Laughter, people talking. You run into the woods, toward the source of the sound. After a few yards, you stumble into a clearing. The sun breaks through the clouds overhead. You’re in a small town. A town you don’t remember seeing on your map.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTired, hungry, covered in dirt, you stagger to the street. Almost immediately, someone stops to ask if you’re all right. You look up to reply, but find yourself unable to speak. The being before you is not a human. He’s several feet taller than you. His body is covered in a thick layer of salt-and-pepper fur. His feet are enormous. Somehow, though, the most surprising thing about him is that he’s wearing a flannel and jeans. He puts a large hand on your shoulder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Where’d you come from?” he asks. But you can’t answer.","brand":"Quirk Books","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":48233403908325,"sku":"NP9781683695189","price":18.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781683695189.jpg?v=1767733009","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/mothman-is-my-boyfriend-isbn-9781683695189","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}