Idris has spent twenty-two years in his grandmother's house at the edge of the forest, caring for the woman who raised him. When she dies during a violent storm, he thinks grief will be the hardest thing he'll face.

He's catastrophically wrong.

What happens in the hours after her death destroys everything Idris thought he knew about his grandmother, their home, and the ancient forest that has always pressed too close. The horror is immediate, visceral, and impossible to rationalize away.

His grandmother spent eighty-three years in that house. His great-grandfather before her. Old Yong in his place across the woods. They all knew something Idris is only now beginning to understand-and the knowledge comes far too late.

The Lapping is a folk horror tale about family legacies we don't understand until we've already broken them, and the attention we fail to pay to those who protect us.