One dependable truth about Hunter S. Jones' writing is that the reader will always be surprised. She is one of the few who can write a series without ever repeating what has happened in a previous book, and I appreciate that. For those fans of her September series, we now have the prequel that centers around the poet Jack O. Savage and his poet lover Indie Shadwick. Indie's verses talk to her, asking to be written, and the details of a poem unfolding are fascinating. Do not think this is fanciful fiction. As a poet, I once needed 22 sonnets for a book I was writing but couldn't get #11. I went outside to the Earth and Sky but they crushed me and I cried, because I talked to my verses but there was no reply. So I understand perfectly Indie's intense relationship with words. Whether bi-polar like Indie or not, anyone involved in the creative process will recognize the consummation of one's personality to the voice of the verse. We also see another facet of Jack O. Savage as described by Indie (so different than Liz Snow's take in previous September books). I highly recommend this heart-breaking novel of mental illness, creativity, and profound love.