THE INSTANT NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • From the critically-acclaimed author of House of Salt and Sorrows comes a mesmerizing and chilling fairy-talesque novel about Ellerie Downing, a young woman in a small town with monsters lurking in the trees and dark desires hidden in the shadows—in Amity Falls, nothing is more dangerous than a wish come true. "Unique, enchanting, and haunting."—Brigid Kemmerer, New York Times bestselling author of the Cursebreaker series “Sweet, dark, and complex as wildflower honey.”—Hannah Whitten, New York Times bestselling author of For the Wolf “ Small Favors is an eerie fairytale that I couldn’t put down.”—Alexis Henderson, author of The Year of the Witching Ellerie Downing is waiting for something to happen. Life in isolated Amity Falls, surrounded by an impenetrable forest, has a predictable sameness. Her days are filled with tending to her family's beehives, chasing after her sisters, and dreaming of bigger things while her twin, Samuel, is free to roam as he wishes. Early town settlers fought off monstrous creatures in the woods, and whispers that the creatures still exist keep the Downings and their neighbors from venturing too far. When some townsfolk go missing on a trip to fetch supplies, a heavy unease settles over the Falls. Strange activities begin to plague the town, and as the seasons change, it's clear that something is terribly wrong. The creatures are real, and they're offering to fulfill the residents' deepest desires, however grand, for just a small favor. These seemingly trifling demands, however, hide sinister intentions. Soon Ellerie finds herself in a race against time to stop Amity Falls, her family, and the boy she loves from going up in flames. Praise for SMALL FAVORS: A Reese’s Book Club Recommended Spooky Read! A POPSUGAR Best Book of July Pick! ★"[A] gloriously dark fairy tale...Erin A. Craig has conjured a spellbinding tale of magic and horror."— Shelf Awareness, starred review “If you’re looking for a book to give you goosebumps as you read , you’re going to want to add this one to your TBR! ”— The Nerd Daily "A chilling tale about what lurks in the shadows of the people you think you know."— TOR “ Small Favors by Erin A. Craig will give you chills no matter how hot it is outside."— Popsugar " An engrossing combination of the supernatural and human psychology ."— Kirkus " Small Favors is as much about humanity as it is about horror . Perfect for readers who love mysteries and the macabre ."— BookPage "Fans of Brenna Yovanoff and Erin Bowman will enjoy this lushly built, ominous rural America." — PW "Craig twists a slow-burn fairy tale around classic horror tropes that ultimately land on satisfying beats."— SLJ Praise for HOUSE OF SALT AND SORROWS: “ Haunting , atmospheric , and immersive .”-- Bustle “Nothing short of both haunting and mesmerizing . . .a perfect step into escapism and away from real life .”-- Hypable "It’s a fairy tale , a young-adult romance (though gothic enough for adult readers) and a whodunit too."-- The Wall Street Journal " Chilling and atmospheric ."--Laura E. Weymouth, author of The Light Between Worlds "Evocative details and lyrical, moody prose  . . . a richly conceived story that blends mythic and Gothic storytelling."-- PW "The novel’s vivid, evocative atmosphere will please fans of the gothic . . . chills aplenty ."-- The Bulletin "Equal parts gothic fairy tale and romance . . . compulsively readable ."— SLJ "This moody maritime retelling of The Twelve Dancing Princesses blends elements of suspense and horror for a gothic twist on a familiar tale. A memorably built world populated with a hauntingly doomed family. "-- Booklist Erin A. Craig is the #1 New York Times bestelling author of House of Salt and Sorrows, Small Favors , House of Roots and Ruin , and The Thirteenth Child . She has always loved telling stories. An avid reader, a decent quilter, a rabid basketball fan, and a collector of typewriters, Erin makes her home in West Michigan with her husband and daughter. 1 The smoke smelled of burning pine needles, dark and sweet. It seeped from the hive box in front of me and danced across the fields, caught on a balmy breeze. Papa pressed down on the bellows to release another cloud, training it carefully toward the tall wooden structure’s entrance. His head bobbed as he silently counted the passing seconds. Finally he nodded. Even though my hands were completely covered, they shook as I approached the hive. I’d never been allowed to help remove frames before, and I wanted to make sure I did everything exactly as Papa said. With a muffled groan, I strained to hoist the heavy lid before setting it aside in the grass, careful to avoid three drowsy bees crawling across its top. After puffing more of the smoke deep into the box, Papa stepped back, allowing me full access to the