The idea for the book came from an image that I had bought a few years ago, with the intention of using it as a cover for a more traditional look at zombies and voodoo. I loved it and wanted to use it in some shape or form, so decided to let it inspire me. It’s a near-black image, with a man smoking a cigarette, etched faintly at its edges.

The night is a place where the places and people we see during the day are changed. Their properties - especially how we interact and consider them - are altered. But more than that, the night changes us as people. It’s a time of day which both hides us away in the shadows and opens us up for reflection. Where we peer up at the stars, made aware of our utter insignificance and wonder, ‘what if?’ This book takes something that links every single one of us, and tries to illuminate its murky depths, finding things both familiar and alien. It’s a story of loss, hope, and redemption; a barely audible whisper within, that even in our darkest hour, there is the promise of the light again.