They say crows remember human faces. But what if they remember our sins as well?

Seventeen-year-old Natalie Parson has always seen things others can’t. The doctors call it a mental illness. Her parents call it a phase. The pills are supposed to make the visions stop.

But when a single crow appears on her mailbox—watching, waiting—Natalie knows this is something medication can’t fix. Soon one crow becomes hundreds, then thousands, descending upon the perfect suburban community of Oakridge Estates.

As her classmates begin to die in bizarre circumstances, Natalie discovers a terrifying truth: the crows are being controlled by a mysterious hooded figure she calls the Crowmaster. No one believes her—until they witness the horror themselves.

What connects these birds to her family? What buried secrets lie beneath Oakridge’s manicured lawns? And why does the Crowmaster seem to know Natalie better than she knows herself?

Some debts can only be paid in blood. Some truths refuse to stay buried. And in Oakridge, the crows are collecting on both.

A chilling tale of suburban secrets, supernatural vengeance, and the price we pay for building lives on unmarked graves. THE CROWMASTER will make you think twice about every black bird you see watching from the telephone wire.

Because they’re watching.

They’re remembering.

And they’re coming for someone.