The Femur Gate : A Wolfbone Novel

The Hush That Endures — Final Cinematic BlurbThe hush isn’t just silence. It’s survival. It’s song. It’s the breath you hold between goodbye and what comes next.The Hush That Endures is a story stitched together with bramble blood, peat smoke, and the soft heartbeat of seven children standing guard against a god that refuses to stay dead. This is the place where the Fog creeps over ringfort walls. Where a Crow’s cry is both riddle and promise. Where every bone hums with memory, and every promise costs more than coin.In the battered heart of this saga, you’ll meet Aoife, Ruairi, Sorcha, and their ragtag clan — people bound by love that’s half-wild, half-holy, and always willing to fight back. They’ll show you how laughter can hold back monsters. How an old table scarred by flour, bramble juice, and ghost-scratched runes can become a fortress when hope runs thin. How sometimes, the strongest rebellion starts with saying: Not this time.You’ll taste the hush on your tongue — iron salt, old vows, the sharp sweetness of forgiveness that never comes easy. You’ll smell peat fires burning in the distance. You’ll feel the spiral of generations coiling under your skin, reminding you that family isn’t just blood — it’s the hush that endures when everything else is lost.It’s a tale for anyone who’s ever held a door shut with their back while the world howled on the other side. For the ones who keep the kettle warm for ghosts. For the ones who know that sometimes, love means choosing to stay, even when staying breaks you open again and again.The Hush That Endures weaves Belfast murals and bog folklore, rebel song and family saga into something darkly beautiful — a book that hums like a femur relic under your ribs. It’s gothic. It’s mythic. It’s fiercely Irish. But mostly, it’s yours — because every reader who cracks these pages becomes part of the hush, too.And if you’re wondering who had the gall to spin this wild mythic nest, let me say — Welcome to Laura Carpenter’s Craic’s Bookshelf. This is where you’ll find stories that smell of rain on stone and ink on knuckle-bone, where every spiral is a door and every hush is an invitation. Here, we keep our ghosts fed, our wolves howling, and our kettle on the boil.So settle in, love. Pour a good whiskey (or a stout — I’m not picky), find the warmest corner of your heart, and listen close. This book is your bramble hedge when the Fog comes for you. It’s your hush when the noise gets too loud. It’s your sign that you’re not alone in the dark.Come closer. Crack the stone. Call the ghost. Bind the bone. Raise the host. The hush endures because we do.Want more wild myth and rebel song?You’re always welcome around my hearth. Join the clan at www.lauracarpenterbooks.com and pull up a chair on Instagram: @lauracarpenterbooks. There’s always room for another hush-keeper.