I was never like everyone else. While the neighbor kids played in the yard, I was writing fairy tales. I was never ordinary. Everyone was building a career and handling their personal lives, and I was writing books. I was never normal. Everyone had friends, and I had a binge-loving Muse and a black cat. Everyone lived in regular houses, but I was stuck in a bad apartment—where shadows prowled from corner to corner, and no one could be there except me. And that’s where everything began.
And with an unusual dream that became the prologue to a new book. And with a new book that wrote itself—once the clock struck midnight. And with the world of Midnight that burst into reality, turning my life into a nightmare and revealing new facets of my strange power. Or madness?