Jack Fuller’s life took a swan dive after he cheated on his wife two years ago. His most recent spate of “bad luck” is a list of symptoms that don't seem to fit any particular disease profile. Internet searches and medical hip shots are as close as he can get to an actual diagnosis.
Things get worse when a mysterious blood deposit with no apparent source is found in the middle of his bed. Then there is the intense hunger to contend with, the repeating erotic nightmares and the panic attacks.
When the cause of the illness finally manifests, it is wilder than Jack could ever have imagined. The illness has a name.
I grew up in a cold place called Minnesota. It means Land of Many Waters in the native Indian tongue, but what I took it to mean was Land of Many Winters.
There, during the long snowy months and sub zero temperatures, I learned about a place called Narnia and spent my days figuring out how to move there. When I grew up, I figured it out. Only when I got there, I found it was much darker than I had anticipated or than CS Lewis had reported. Now, I tell the stories of what I found in Dark Narnia.