Everyone always talks about the calm before the storm but less frequently mentioned is the false calm afterwards. The deep breath we take when we think the worst has come. We begin to adapt to the new normal without realizing that is a mere interlude.

I was born during such an interlude and my formative childhood years were spent believing the reckless brutality my parents spoke of was a thing of the past- until the Ranks killed them too and I was left to care for my infant brother. It was then that I became poignantly aware of the bloodshed and secrets I was born into.

Join Myla Wilde in this suspenseful and eerie awakening of murder, tragedy, rebellion and perhaps some love.