A father runs from his home in Amsterdam.

From his wife. From his children. From himself.

 

On the streets, in the forest, in abandoned ruins, he tries to outrun the memories that stalk him — memories of the Scout Leader who destroyed his childhood, and the justice system that failed him thirty years later.

 

Told in the second person — you — the novel drags the reader inside his mind. Every step, every relapse, every moment of dread is yours. You feel the cold of the sleeping bag. The suffocation of flashbacks. The raw inevitability of where this will end.

 

This is a story about memory and survival, rage and love, violence and silence. About what it means to lose everything — and still be hunted by the past.

 

Relentless, intimate, and impossible to look away from, The Silent Inevitability of Cassandra’s Curse is not just a novel you read.

It’s a novel you live through.