To those who do not fear madness...
but fear that their memories may be the only thing they have left.
What if the greatest prison was not made of stone...
but of memory?
Leonardo remembers the ship.
He remembers the people.
something was terribly wrong.
But memory is a fragile thing.
And sometimes, what we remember is not necessarily what happened.
After a series of inexplicable events, Leonardo finds himself separated from everything he once knew.
With no clear explanation for what has happened, he begins searching for answers.
But the more he searches, the less certain he becomes of the memories guiding him.
Faces seem familiar.
Conversations refuse to remain unchanged.
Moments return with details he does not remember.
And questions that should have simple answers begin to open doors he would rather leave closed.
He remembers the accusations, the uneasiness, and the growing feeling that
There is only one thing Leonardo cannot escape:
If his memories are wrong... what can he trust?
I WAS NEVER INSANE is a psychological horror novel about memory, isolation, perception, and the fragile boundary between reality and illusion.
Blending dark literary suspense, psychological mystery, and philosophical horror, the novel takes the reader into a world where certainty slowly disappears-and where the greatest threat may not be something outside the mind, but something hidden within it.
Every memory carries a question.
Every answer creates another doubt.
And the closer Leonardo comes to the truth, the more dangerous it becomes to believe that he knows what the truth is.
Some stories frighten you with monsters.
Others frighten you with the unknown.
This one asks a more disturbing question:
What if the mind you trust most is the very thing you cannot trust at all?
Before you turn the final page, ask yourself only one thing:
If your memories began to betray you... how would you prove that you were never insane?