Angol
Some doors don't open for the reason you think.
Dr. David Bartholomew has spent nine years hiding what he is from everyone at Saint Agnes Medical Center - including, some nights, himself.
He works the night shift. He treats the dying with the same care he gives everyone else. And he has not fed on a living person once since the night he was turned.
Instead, he steals - a pint here, a pint there, from a blood bank built to save lives. A small, private theft he's convinced himself is harmless. The one compromise that lets him believe the rest of his restraint still counts for something.
Then the hospital's inventory system flags a missing unit of blood.
Before he takes it.
Someone - or something - inside Saint Agnes already knows what David is, and has known for longer than he wants to consider. The institution that has sheltered him for nearly a decade may be the very thing hunting him now, and the search to find out who and why will force him to question everything he's built his survival on: the mentor who trained him, the colleagues who share his hunger and call it justice, and a woman whose blood may hold an answer he never should have gone looking for without her consent.
The Dusk Ward is a medical suspense novel where the horror isn't fangs in the dark - it's credential reviews, blood bank audits, and the quiet machinery of an institution that has spent generations deciding who gets to be seen, and who doesn't. David Bartholomew is not a monster looking for redemption. He's a man discovering that restraint was never the same thing as innocence, and that some of the people protecting him were never protecting him at all.
For readers of morally complex horror, institutional thrillers, and stories that ask what a good man is capable of when the world he trusts turns out to be the danger all along.
