"I shot him six times in the head, but I didn't kill him.""Something's eating my brain."I've always been curious about abnormal psychology and, well, monsters. That's part of the reason I became a medical doctor. But today, patients pour into the emergency room with stories of murder and mind control. They whisper about a cult that worships a monster named Cthulhu. Cult members will stop at nothing.
They swear they'll end the world today, starting with my hospitalNormally, I'd figure out a way to kick their culty asses. I've got a few hidden talents up the sleeve of my white coat. No, I don't mean my stethoscope. I mean like talking to ghosts. Weird gifts you wouldn't expect from your average M. D. But they've got a hold of Tucker, the man I love. And I can't think. My brain feels . empty. Like something's eating my brain.
What's happening to me? How can I save us from this killer cult when all I want to do is take a big, fat nap forever?Praise for Hope Sze thrillersFinalist for the Howard Engel Award for Best Crime Novel Set in CanadaCrime Writers of Canada Awards of Excellenc "A perfect book . terrifying and thrilling"Author Jamieson Wolf "Authentic"Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Award Finalist for Best Thriller#1 Mystery Selection-CBC BooksA best Canadian suspense book-The Globe and Mail
"I shot him six times in the head, but I didn't kill him.""Something's eating my brain."I've always been curious about abnormal psychology and, well, monsters. That's part of the reason I became a medical doctor. But today, patients pour into the emergency room with stories of murder and mind control. They whisper about a cult that worships a monster named Cthulhu. Cult members will stop at nothing.
They swear they'll end the world today, starting with my hospitalNormally, I'd figure out a way to kick their culty asses. I've got a few hidden talents up the sleeve of my white coat. No, I don't mean my stethoscope. I mean like talking to ghosts. Weird gifts you wouldn't expect from your average M. D. But they've got a hold of Tucker, the man I love. And I can't think. My brain feels . empty. Like something's eating my brain.
What's happening to me? How can I save us from this killer cult when all I want to do is take a big, fat nap forever?Praise for Hope Sze thrillersFinalist for the Howard Engel Award for Best Crime Novel Set in CanadaCrime Writers of Canada Awards of Excellenc "A perfect book . terrifying and thrilling"Author Jamieson Wolf "Authentic"Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine Killer Nashville Silver Falchion Award Finalist for Best Thriller#1 Mystery Selection-CBC BooksA best Canadian suspense book-The Globe and Mail