The Literary Works of
M.D. White and
Mary Carroll McKenzie
The Eathereal Series
This series began as a question: What happens when the world rewrites you—quietly, lovingly, and without asking?
Eathereal - Book One was never meant to be about good versus evil. It was about pattern. About surrender. About memory—what we keep, what we forget, and what continues living in us long after we believe we’ve moved on.
The story is not one of victory. Nor is it one of survival. What it carries is something quieter. A truth that doesn’t shout. A shape that doesn’t force. Only a whisper that returns again and again, asking the same single question: Will you say yes?
If this story leaves you unsettled, good. So much of life’s horror doesn’t come with teeth or fire. Sometimes it comes in a sentence that feels familiar before you know you’ve ever heard it. Thank you for walking the spiral with me. I hope you never see it the same way again.
Eathereal Two
What if the thing haunting you wasn’t a ghost— but a sentence you’ve spoken too many times? In the aftermath of loss, Naomi begins to hear a voice that isn’t hers… whispering words she never meant to say.
Across town, Michael’s reflections are no longer syncing with his movements. And Laura? She’s started answering calls from her dead son’s baby monitor. Spirals appear in mirrors and language begins to bend, a new presence begins to rise—Apollonia. She isn’t a spirit. She isn’t human. She’s what happens when grief rewrites the rules of memory. And she’s not alone.
From the author of Eathereal comes a chilling, lyrical descent into recursive horror, where names are power, silence is dangerous, and the dead don’t just linger… they speak back. Say her name. But only if you’re ready for her to say yours.
Eatherreal Three
Some names are never spoken. Until they speak through you.
In the final installment of the Eathereal trilogy, the spiral returns—stronger, deeper, and no longer confined to mirrors. Grace woke with a name lodged in her throat like glass. Naomi thought the silence meant safety. Michaela learned what it meant to carry something not born—but remembered.
As the echoes grow louder and the walls begin to breathe, those who tried to forget will be pulled back to where it began. But SALIS is no longer waiting to be found. He is unfolding.
Told in haunting fragments and whispered rituals, Eathereal 3: SALIS brings together memory, grief, and the supernatural in a final reckoning with the name that should never have been said. When silence becomes a presence and the past breathes through you, the only way forward is to listen. Even if what answers isn’t what you hoped for.