There is a sickness in the Manning household. Eighteen-year-old Harper grieves for the loss of her grandmother amidst the chaos of a world turned upside down. ""Not like it's your fault. You didn't invite it in." With the death of the old woman, something crawls out of the darkness and into the heart of Harper's mother. On her journey to save her family, she will discover secrets too immoral for her to imagine. So, the healer's spirit went mad without the Light and rejected its peers' counsel. Goodbye, halls of health, where life forever dwells: Hail atrophy, hail darkness, and the most profound plagues. "Shall we end this? Harper has a chance to escape. If only someone would-" A vendetta, one that is to be paid in blood. "That's allll me. I tried to stop myself, I did. But you see, doc, this kind of pain has no anesthetic. There is no cure for me. It has to be shared. Spread. Like a virus."
