The shadows are stirring again—and this time, they’re not hiding.
In every story, there’s a moment when the dust settles—when the battle ends, and we think we’ve won. That moment has passed. And something ancient has taken notice.
Book 2 dives deeper into the quiet terror left in the wake of victory. Tracy isn’t just navigating the aftermath of a war; she’s sensing the contours of a new one—one that doesn’t begin with a shot fired, but with a whisper that no one else seems to hear.
These shadows don’t move through hallways. They slip through thoughts. They unthread memories, unravel coherence, and nest in doubt. And worst of all? They’re not strangers. They feel familiar. Comfortable. Invited.
This book isn’t about darkness you can punch your way through. It’s about the kind that waits patiently inside us, wearing our voices, echoing our fears. Tracy’s next battle isn’t one she can face with firepower. This one demands something deeper.
Writing these scenes has felt like walking a tightrope between science fiction and psychological horror. It’s not about jump scares—it’s about unease that lingers. About the moment you realize you’re no longer alone in your own mind.
And still… there’s hope. There always is. You just have to remember where you left it.
