THE PALE MAN

Eyes in his hands

He sets a table in a world that remembers how to count losses. In a town hollowed by famine, a feast appears on a stump—and an iron rule follows it: do not wake him, do not look. The Pale Man has an eyeless face and lifts living eyes from the hollows of his palms; he hunts by temptation, swallowing children whole and leaving only shoes as punctuation. Slowness is his strategy, appetite his law.

A small, ragged coalition—parents who barter favors for bread, a reluctant guardian, a child who sees too clearly—must decide what hunger asks of them. JD Arden threads folklore and moral arithmetic into slow dread: a hunt for a weapon that answers appetite, a failed rescue that teaches by loss, and a final confrontation that tastes like both victory and price. Sharp, witty, and quietly brutal, The Pale Man: Eyes in His Hands looks straight at what we trade to survive—and what we become in the bargain.