Some foundations are built on stone. Others are built on bones and blood.South Carolina, 1792. Archibald Craig is a man of singular ambition. A junior partner to the famed architect of the President's House, Archie is tasked with conquering the Yadkin River by building a bridge to the Southwest Territory. But the river is unyielding, and the land itself seems to rebel against the intrusion of "e;progress."e;As freak storms and mysterious tremors topple the masonry, the project spirals into a nightmare. Archie's workmen—Scottish Highlanders steeped in the "e;old ways"e;—whisper of threshold covenants and the ancient blood-prices required to appease the spirits of the earth."e;Let it be finished, and I will pay whatever you ask."e;In a moment of feverish desperation, Archie utters a prayer that should never have been spoken. The bridge finally stands firm, but an unrelenting shadow of tragedy has fallen over the Craig household. The horrific truth remains just out of reach, buried beneath the weight of the stone.Told through a haunting collection of diaries and letters, Sleep, Dearie, Sleep is a slow-burn epistolary journey into the heart of folk horror, where the price of success is higher than any man can afford to pay.
