The Orchard

An inherited house on Vancouver Island.
An old apple orchard near the water.
A quiet place to rest.
At first, it works.
Days fall into a rhythm—beach runs, salt air, familiar faces. The town is small, watchful, and kind in its own way. The orchard sits just beyond the yard, uneven and overgrown, its trees leaning where they please.
Pets start to go missing.
Then people do.
Something watches from the trees when the lights go out.
As winter storms roll in and old tensions surface, the line between superstition and reality begins to thin. The orchard doesn’t feel hostile—it isn’t passive either.
Some places take.
Some places give.

THE ORCHARD is a quiet, slow-burn novel set on the Canadian coast, where the land has its own rules