“Night is falling and Moon is waiting in awareness. Far too aware. Riddled with shivers and pain. Moon doesn't think, she only follows instinct and pain; her memories are double locked in a lead casket. Sacred. She is in limbo; she has no place among the living, but is not altogether ready to die. As long as she still struggles.” Moon is a child.
A natural progression of her first two novels, A Bat in the Attic and A Monkey on your Back, Stephanie Benson pushes horror and compassion, fundamental to her view of the thriller, to their limits and chronicles devastated lives and the tragedy of bereavement.
