Into the Light (The Light, #1)

by Aleatha Romig

God gave us memory so that we may have roses in December. —J. M. Barrie

Taking on this responsibility cemented my bond to The Light and solidified my standing in the community. My compliance and cooperation assured Father Gabriel, the Commission, and the Assembly of my faithfulness.

psychological warfare, part of the plan to wear her down, take away her abilities, and make her dependent. The more physical limitations she endured, the easier it was to instill psychological limitations.

There was nothing like being isolated in the middle of nowhere to bring people together and help form a cohesive group.

These people preached against sin, accused me of transgressions, yet expected me to submit to their violations.

Her only objective was to embrace Sara and become Sara. Her conformity to The Light was the only means of saving her.

Well, hell, unless I’d said she didn’t have an accident. Unless I’d said it was all staged with the right amount of drugs in her system and that a psycho Assemblyman beat the shit out of her before my eyes. That he would’ve done more, but I stopped him . . . unless I’d said that even after I stopped the assault, Sara received more injuries after she was given to Dr. Newton . . . unless I’d told Brother Timothy what he already knew—that the entire incident was all a deception—then I would’ve lied.

Once a month, all followers pressed the pads of their fingers onto a special prayer sponge.

Preserve the Light was the cover for the illegal distribution of pharmaceuticals created at the Northern Light.

She’d stopped taking her birth control. It wasn’t just birth control. It was the drug that specifically suppressed her episodic memory while allowing new memories to form. It was the unique creation of The Light and the foundation of why she believed she was Sara while having no recollection of being Stella Montgomery.