October is here. The leaves are changing, but then so are the residents of Balfour. Thomas has plans for Jane's adoption. Cora has discovered she isn't the only one with dreams. Inola Walker has decided the FBI needs Jim Smith. Charlie is torn between what he thinks he knows and what he can actually prove. And the notorious Ed Brackett has been released from prison. It's a cross-the-South chess match Cora can't afford to lose. The pieces are on the board. The timer is running. There's a Halloween gambit in the making because no one is safe from the professor's diabolical revenge. KC Pearcey has spent much of her life traveling from state to state, but home for her has always been her grandmother's house down a dusty road, in a small country town deep in the South. There the magnolias, pines, and scrub oaks dotted the rolling landscape while a front porch pair of rocking chairs and a wooden porch swing had the best view of the known universe. Dreams are often born from memories, and the dream of writing a novel was born on that front porch with the kindest, most intelligent person she ever knew over a cup of coffee in the predawn hours of an autumn morning. The house is no longer there, but five years and five books later, the dream has become reality and the time has come to move along to other places. She's looking forward to meeting you there. Just saying ...