MiguelMaRa
Dungover is a small, quiet village in rural Ireland.
A place where everyone knows everyone, where life moves slowly, and where little ever changes.
Mary Jane Seymour lives there with her husband, in a careful, fragile routine. She longs for a child, for meaning, for something to finally take root in her life. But the village offers few answers, and fewer futures.
When a new doctor settles into the long-abandoned house next door, the community welcomes him with relief and gratitude. At last, there is medical care again. At last, help.
Slowly, things begin to change.
Old wounds heal.
Desires awaken.
Bodies grow stronger, stranger, more fertile.
What first feels like renewal soon reveals another side. Beneath the calm surface of Dungover, something ancient stirs. Something generous. Something hungry.
As the village transforms, Mary Jane begins to suspect that the cure may be worse than the illness-and that some gifts come at a high cost.
The Black Goat Tonic is a novel of quiet dread and creeping corruption, where faith, family, and the human body become gateways to something vast, inhuman, and impossibly patient.