God bless the moon... God help me.
Clarissa Tyler wakes in a remote hospital after two months in a coma. The eccentric staff won't talk to her about what happened. She only recalls dark chaos, but the doctor says her mind can’t be trusted. She doesn’t believe there was an accident. The physician says they aren't memories, just hallucinations. She knows there is more to that night than what they're telling her. Darrin Parks is a junior doctor at the clinic. He’s embroiled in his own web of torment, but finds a bright light of hope with Clarissa. She must adapt to the bizarre life within the clinic, and the prolonged absence from life, to piece together what happened. The quest takes her far beyond reclaiming hidden memories, and deep into a deadly conspiracy. Knowledge doesn’t bring resolution, but it may take her life.
Clarissa Tyler wakes in a remote hospital after two months in a coma. The eccentric staff won’t talk to her about what happened. She only recalls dark chaos, but the doctor says her mind can’t be trusted. She doesn’t believe there was an accident. The physician says they aren’t memories, just hallucinations. She knows there is more to that night than what they’re telling her. Darrin Parks is a junior doctor at the clinic. He’s embroiled in his own web of torment, but finds a bright light of hope with Clarissa. She must adapt to the bizarre life within the clinic, and the prolonged absence from life, to piece together what happened. The quest takes her far beyond reclaiming hidden memories, and deep into a deadly conspiracy. Knowledge doesn’t bring resolution, but it may take her life.