A man lunges in front of a car. An elderly woman silently drowns herself. A corpse sits up in its coffin and speaks . On this reservation, not all is what it seems, in this new spine-chilling mythological horror from the author of Sisters of the Lost Nation . All Noemi Broussard wanted was a fresh start. With a new boyfriend who actually treats her right and a plan to move from the reservation she grew up on—just like her beloved Uncle Louie before her—things are finally looking up for Noemi. Until the news of her boyfriend’s apparent suicide brings her world crumbling down. But the facts about Roddy’s death just don’t add up, and Noemi isn’t the only one who suspects that something menacing might be lurking within their tribal lands. After over a decade away, Uncle Louie has returned to the reservation, bringing with him a past full of secrets, horror, and what might be the key to determining Roddy’s true cause of death. Together, Noemi and Louie set out to find answers...but as they get closer to the truth, Noemi begins to wonder whether it might be best for some secrets to remain buried. "Read this Native American mythological horror with the lights on, or you may never sleep again." — People "Nick Medina...deepens our appreciation for the real stories and peoples behind the cliches. With Indian Burial Ground, the Native Americans are front and center." — Parade "Nick Medina blends myth and reality, supernatural danger and ordinary human menace into a story that will pull your heartstrings even as it shreds your nerves. Like the alligators lurking in its pages, Indian Burial Ground will swallow you whole." — Ana Reyes , New York Times bestselling author of The House in the Pines "You may arrive at Indian Burial Ground because of author Nick Medina's incredible debut, Sisters of the Lost Nation , or his exceptional story in the bestselling Never Whistle at Night anthology, or perhaps he's a new-to-you author, and now you have the pleasure of reading both of these, but the important thing is you have arrived at an exceptional new novel that lingers long after the last page is turned. From two compelling points of view decades apart, Medina has crafted a story of generational trauma and mythical fears, with deep roots in Native history and modern life, that's part supernatural horror, part mystery, but perhaps most importantly, a story of hope in the darkness."  — Vanessa Lillie , USA Today bestselling author of Blood Sisters " Indian Burial Ground is wonderfully creepy and relentlessly dark. Part adventure narrative, part supernatural horror story, and part eerie mystery, this novel slithers under your skin and makes you wish you knew less with every step it brings you closer to the truth. Nick Medina is waiting in the dark to whisper in your ear about dead things, about the tamahka, about blood and Native mythology. You should let him." — Gabino Iglesias , author of The Devil Takes You Home "An intense family drama set on the (fictional) Rez where the threat of the mysterious Takoda Vampire makes for a gripping—and creepy!—read. Nick Medina is an Indigenous writer to watch." — Erika T. Wurth , author of White Horse "Nick Medina’s Indian Burial Ground is an expertly-paced novel, chock-full of Native lore and spine-chilling suspense. When the horror hits, it hits hard." — Jimmy Juliano , author of Dead Eleven A Chicago native, Nick Medina is an enthusiast of local and Native lore, some of which he featured in his debut novel, Sisters of the Lost Nation. He attributes his fondness for the supernatural to his family’s history in the funeral business and the intriguing stories they would tell. A graduate of DePaul University, he holds degrees in organizational and multicultural communication and has worked as a college instructor. He enjoys playing guitar, listening to classic rock, and watching Svengoolie on Saturday nights. One Noemi I'd just given the rolling paper a twist when I thought I heard a knock at the door. My eyes shot to the window. Sure enough. He looked confused when I pulled the door open, as if he'd expected someone else. His lips moved. I held up a finger, telling him to wait while I went to lower my music. "You sure like it loud," he remarked upon my return. "Drowns shit out," I said. "Lookin' for my mom?" His lips moved again with no sound coming out. And then he said, "Yeah. And you, too." I felt my forehead wrinkle, my upper lip coming up as my eyes examined him. Short gray hair that matched the patchy stubble on his chin and cheeks. Heavy lines beneath his eyes. Skin that had yet to see the summer's sun, though it was already late July. Beneath those new and unfamiliar traits stood a man I hadn't seen in twelve long years. The scar on his left nostril gave him away. "Uncle Louie!" I didn't mean to screech, but my voice has a way of doing that. Like a grasshopper, I leaped at him, wrapping him in a hug that pinned his arms to his s