In this followup to his hugely popular Midnight Storm Moonless Sky: Indigenous Horror Stories , Blackfoot storyteller Alex Soop plunges us again into enthralling tales that mix reality with dark terror. Within its stories, Whisper at Night and They Will Come reveals ancient theories of the paranormal, post apocalyptic scenarios, impossible wells of grief, and monstrous phobias. Soop scares the wits out of readers, all the while uncovering overlooked social anxieties and racism affecting Indigenous Peoples across North America. Soop imbues every page with the creepiness of the unexplainable and the silent, supernatural forces that shiver into the realm of the everyday. Yet his characters are also bright and often funny, brining a levity that counterbalances the darkness — Alberta Views (About Midnight Storm, vol. 1 in the series). The stories in Midnight Storm are certainly entertaining but they can also be relentlessly dark, and not just in traditional, bump-in-the-night sense. ... Even the stories that take the wildest flights of the horrifying and supernatural often contain elements of modern Indigenous horrors. —The Calgary Herald “Indigenous stories and the supernatural go hand in hand. I’ve heard stories from Elders that are unimaginable.” —Eugene Brave Rock, from the foreword Whistle at Night and They Will Come is Blackfoot storyteller Alex Soop’s second collection, following the triumph of his first blood-curdling volume Midnight Storm Moonless Sky. Prepare to be drawn again into the abyss of his tales of apparitions, curses and hauntings, monstrous entities, survival desperation, and chilling acts of vengeance. It’s not just the darkness within that will terrify, it is also the consequences of whistling at night. Teaming up with the enigmatic filmmaker Cary Thomas Cody, these tales weave the threads of Indigenous ways of knowledge into the fabric of fear, etching an indelible mark upon the landscape of Indigenous horror. Alex Soop’s ancestral home is the Kainai (Blood) Nation of the Blackfoot Confederacy. While striving to entertain readers with his bloodcurdling tales, Alexander imaginatively implements issues that plague the First Nations people including alcohol and drug abuse; systemic racism; missing and murdered Indigenous women and girls; suicide; foster care; residential school aftereffects; and over-incarceration. He also deals with legends of Indigenous folklore, such as Wendigo, ghostly spirits, and the afterlife. Eugene Brave Rock is an actor who grew up on the Kainai Nation in Alberta. He was later trained as a stuntman and performed for the Buffalo Bill’s Wild West Show in Disneyland Paris. He is best known for his roles in AMC's Dark Winds as Frank Nakai and The Stranger in The Dirty Black Bag. He also appeared in a standout role in Wonder Woman as "The Chief." CARY THOMAS CODY is an Indigenous storyteller and writer/director for The Skull Crawlers Movie Club & podcast. He is of the Kiowa Tribe of Oklahoma. Rising Sun I am just about to get on my phone and grill my brother, when he unexpectedly calls at the very moment my fingers grasp the screaming smartphone resting in my cup holder. I shudder as my mind was lost in a roll of angered thoughts. “Speak of the fuckin’ devil,” I say under my breath. I prod the answer button on my flashing iPhone. “Yo, dude,” I pan without answering in the proper way, “your buddy lied to me man. That son of a bitch, he—” “Hey man, what’s up?” says my brother’s friend, Darrell, unmoved it seems, by my train of cuss words directed against him. I’m slightly taken aback at the surprise, but not too much. He was the one I was hoping to have a word with, after all. “Hey,” I reply in a calmly manner. “I uhh—I think I’m lost, dude.” “Did you bring an old map like I told you? Like old, old,” he says, his voice coming out all aged and crackly like we are corresponding through old World War II style comms radios. “I’m talking, like, nineteen-seventies to the early eighties old, man. The kind of stuff before personal computers and Google Maps even became available to us.” “Yeah, I managed to get my hands on one. But what’s that gonna do, though? I’ve got a state-of-the-art GPS installed in my car.” Good old GPS. My go to guy whenever I would get lost trying to find the perfect place. “That won’t do man. Not at all,” Darrell asserts. “This place is old, like, the government not putting it in their electronic database anymore old. And I’m pretty sure there’s other reasoning’s behind it too. So, what I want you to do is pullover right now, break out that old map and pinpoint that part of southern New Mexico, exactly where you should be right about now. Call us back when you do it, cool?” I sigh with skepticism. “Okay, fine. Call you back in a minute or so.” I tap the hang up button and flicker my headlights to make sure they’re still on the bright beams. They are indeed, but the illumination only spreads through the flat and endless desert terrain like I was