A dreamy, disturbing, demonic descent into the magic and tragic history of Appalachia.

It’s official. 3 a.m. is the new witching hour and Andrew K. Clark is the master of Appalachian folk horror. Strange and unsettling, while also quietly beautiful, Clark’s Hollow Folk is an eerie mash-up of botanical, religious, and gothic horror. This book will haunt you long after its final sentence.

Welcome to the terrifying and satisfyingly sick Hotel Holloway, tucked away in a desolate pocket of Appalachia, where you're trapped with three young employees, desperate to escape or never leave, depending on the hour. Trust me when I say, this place makes the Hotel California look like Candyland.

You’re in for a wild ride when it comes to Clark’s Hollow Folk, as within these pages you’ll encounter strange, supernatural creatures and a hotel out of time — but this is also very much a wild, surrealistic love story.

Hollow Folk is a shining addition to hotel horror, historical horror, Appalachian folk horror, erotic
fungal horror—you name it, this bizarre amalgam of a book has it. Andrew Clark has succeeded in
placing multiple feet in a grab-bag of traditions and stood up holding something completely unique.
There is no adequate way to describe this fever dream of a novel. I emerged sweaty, disoriented,
and ready to dive back in from the beginning.

Andrew Clark’s Hollow Folk is a deliciously surreal nightmare that never once abandons its human
heart. I loved these characters. I rooted for them, even as the Holloway distorted their bodies and
souls. Like a true Gothic tale, this book revels in the grotesque, but it knows the erotic beauty to be
found in transformation.

A trippy blend of folklore, fantasy, and horror—like nothing I’ve read before. This book is absolutely
nuts.

Strangers and strange creatures also inhabit the perpetual 3:00 a.m. world of the Holloway Hotel, a place haunted by a horrific crime perpetrated years before and buried beneath it. With striking imagination and a
patient willingness—like that of his characters—to suspend the impulse to confront the dystopic
concerns on the periphery of their pleasures, Clark entrances readers in a surreal “Hotel California”
of a novel with Hollow Folk.

Hollow Folk is a horror story, a love story, a surreal descent into the dark history of Appalachia. It's
not quite like anything else I've read in a long time, and I find that extremely refreshing. The
mountains and the deep forests come alive here, hulking just beyond the light's edge. Andrew K.
Clark is the most exciting new voice in Appalachian horror working today.

Hollow Folk will take you by surprise as Clark subverts the classic haunted hotel novel and creates something unique and beautifully strange--a love story honed in a surreal crucible of frozen time, marked by old sins the land remembers, and a reckoning that demands atonement. Bold, weird, and moving, this Kafka-esque tale is unnerving and entertaining in equal measure.

Just when I think there isn't anything else to say about spooky hotels, here comes Andrew K. Clark
with his pretty words and an eloquent tale about filling the hollows we all have with light and love.