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Blacktail

Scott Hawkins

Fantasy
Includes a Dog
Includes a Cat

At a glance

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Grimdark fantasy
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POV of a wolf
⚔️
Epic quest
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Squirrel death cult

The long-awaited second novel from the author of the cult hit The Library at Mount Char, a one-of-a-kind dark fantasy in which a wolf sets out on an epic journey of revenge.

The wolf Blacktail is faithful to his Forest God, but in these times, faith is not enough. His world is besieged by men. Soon his territory will be overrun, and then there will be nowhere left to go. When his mate, a house dog, is killed, Blacktail rebels. He invades the house of her owners, seeking vengeance.

Blacktail’s fury catches the notice of an ancient and terrible feline witch, who makes an offer. What if Blacktail could end the human race responsible for the death of his family and for the destruction of the natural world, altogether? To do so, Blacktail must find and wake the Forest God. Only He might stand against the plague of men. Blacktail knows that his north woods are dwindling to nothing. He sees no other choice.

As Blacktail journeys farther from his wild home and deeper into the world of man, he encounters strangers—animal, mortal, and otherworldly—who, for their own reasons, want to help Blacktail rid the world of humans. Along the way, it becomes clear that he is more than just a wolf. The Forest God is sleeping, yes. But what will be the price of waking him?

Don’t just take
our word for it

“Blacktail is a serious, wild, trippy, and gory flight of imagination. It’s also an angry romp through our current wasteland. No one is spared the fang.”

- Paul Tremblay, New York Times bestselling author of Horror Movie and A Head Full of Ghosts

“Mesmerizing and strange, like the headiest of folklore. Blacktail is one to savor; one to delight in the eccentricities of; one to sit with long after it ends.”

- Olivie Blake, New York Times bestselling author of Girl Dinner

“A mad, feral fable—this is beautiful, brutal fantasy, red in tooth in claw. Funny, heartbreaking, violent. All hail Blacktail. Down with the two-legs.”

- Chuck Wendig, New York Times bestselling author of The Book of Accidents and The Staircase in the Woods

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Guile snapped to her feet at the sound of the gunshots. Her first thought was for her kittens, but they were safe and warm, sleeping in a pile of gray fuzz. Pounce, the youngest, was snoring. She relaxed a little. She poked her head out of the snow-covered deadfall where they made their den to call for her husband. “Hate?” she whispered.

Hate didn’t answer, but that might not mean anything. These days the charming young lynx of her courtship was only a memory. Hate mostly ignored her. Mostly she was glad of it. But right now the fear was still high in her— gunshots— and she wanted to take comfort in the scent of his shoulders.

She composed herself, stepped outside to look for him. A cold pulse thrummed deep in her claws, her fangs. The moonlight outside was bright compared to their den. It took her eyes a moment to adjust. When she saw him, she jumped a little. He was closer than she would have believed possible, but still, so still. The falling snow lay thick over his back, the ruff of his neck. He hadn’t moved in a long time. Is he hurt? She scented the air but found no blood. He’s fine. She sighed. He could at least have answered me. Miserable prick. “Hello, dear.”

Hate didn’t answer, only stared up the mountain. She followed his gaze but saw nothing. After a moment, hesitant, she tried again. “Hate? What is it?”

Hate made a thin rumble that might have been a purr. The sound did little to calm her. In Guile’s experience, anything that made her husband purr was bad news for someone. He did not answer her question. She did not ask again.

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Book notes

  • 🙋‍♀️ Why we chose

    Do you ever wish—while petting your well-trained, sweater-wearing, purebred dog—that you could return him to the joyful, untamed wildness of nature? That you could break all the cages and untether all the leashes and free all the animals who are shackled to human will? That you could understand the elusive “language of the hunt”—that primal language known to all beasts, which goes beyond human grammar and vocabulary? And which maybe, just maybe, in the inky-dark cover of night, as you let out a guttural howl of anguish for all the madness that humanity has wrought upon the land—roads and cars and pesticides and farms—you begin to remember once more?

    Blacktail (the character) is a wolf with a bone to pick with two-legs everywhere, a wolf who despises domestication and hates how humans hunt without hunger. Blacktail (the novel) will make you question whether humans can ever truly love our furry friends—or whether we are necessarily the oppressor, our love morally compromised by the stink of possession.

  • ⚠️ Content warnings

    Animal violence and death, cannibalism. Please take care reading.