There’s a place in American history we rarely tread—where the clean lines of patriot and traitor blur into the shadowy shapes of myth. Imagine the Revolutionary War not as a clash of ideals, but as something more primal… something older.
The Revenant’s Mark by Wesley C. Martin doesn’t ask what would happen if the dead rose—it asks what would happen if the land itself called them back.
A soldier is hanged for treason. Left to rot in a shallow grave. And then—he walks.
Something ancient stirs beneath the soil of the American colonies. Something hungry. Something bound in bark and bone. And it has chosen Jacob Hawthorne as its vessel. The line between man and monster is paper-thin, and Jacob Hawthorne walks it with a burning mark beneath his ribs and death in his past. Every step through the war-ravaged wilderness peels back another layer of forgotten lore—curses etched in blood, power bound in nature, and a secret society ready to unleash forces beyond imagining.
In this version of America’s founding, freedom isn’t the only thing at stake. Sometimes the forest chooses who gets a second chance. And sometimes… it chooses wrong.
As war rages between redcoats and rebels, another battle unfolds in the forests—where whispers weave through the branches and old powers awaken. A secret faction seeks to twist this ancient magic into a weapon, but the forest has its own designs.
This isn’t just the Revolution.
This is the reckoning.
