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SynopsisA s s , s, . Y' s. B C s s s, ss s. H s s x s s, ss s F, s s s s R-- s B's . B s . E s s s ss-- F s ss. A , B ss s , s s s. A s sss . W s s F, ' ' s s. A s B s ... T... Y ', From the author of Cold Quiet Country and Nothing Save the Bones Inside Her...When people lie to Baer Creighton their eyes glow red and he experiences a small burst of electricity. It hurts to suffer liars... and Baer learned long ago that everyone lies.So he sleeps in the woods outside his house, converses with his sole companion, a pit bull named Fred, and distills special blends of fruited moonshine. When Fred is stolen, fought in an illegal fight circle and left for dead, Baer vows to set things right. He has all the skill he needs to find each man present at the fight circle that night and park a pile of hell on his front porch. But when he tips his hand he becomes the hunted, and the war he thought would be settled in a single attack becomes a battle of attrition with violence coming at him from all angles. When the battle escalates to the unthinkable, Baer concocts a retribution so horrifying it gives him pause. To implement the ultimate vengeance Baer will have to confront his past, the liars he has loved, and the biggest lie of all.You can be damn sure he does. Evil doesn't come easy for Baer Creighton, but it comes.My Brother's Destroyer is Clayton Lindemuth at his rural noir best. You'll find all the "thrilling... visceral... unsparing..." prose that earned his debut Cold Quiet Country the coveted starred review from Publishers Weekly., A moonshiner with a surreal gift A country strongman And a talking dog Baer Creighton is a gifted distiller of fruited moonshine, capable of detecting even the subtlest lies. He lives in the woods next to his house, philosophizes with his dog Fred, and writes letters to his high school love Ruth--who long ago chose Baer's brother. Baer keeps a low profile. Everyone is happy drinking his sublime moonshines -- until Fred goes missing. A week later, while Baer harvests apples in the moonlight, a chain of headlights emerges from the woods. A single truck tosses a bundle to the ditch. When you discover who stole Fred, you'll know you've found a new master of the dark surreal. And when you see what Baer does to him... Them... You haven't read a novel like this. I promise. Kirkus Review: Lindemuth writes in a Southern dialect that perfectly evokes the woods and hollows of the Carolina hills. Baer's voice is as textured as the landscape ("All my life I got out the way so the liars and cheats could go on lying and cheating one another. I can spot a liar like nobody"), and the brutal acts that he describes are timeless and primal. Even within the bounds of this vernacular, Lindemuth manages to fashion sharp observations: "Cory Smylie was irredeemable, but given the vastness of Stipe's enterprise, odd jobs presented that were uniquely suited to irredeemable men." ...the world of Gleason is so immersive and Baer's vendetta so oddly compelling... Fans of noir tales set in rural America will particularly welcome this addition to the genre.