Who doesn’t love a juicy, ripe strawberry? There was no warning. One day the world was normal, the next, the age of the virus was upon them. With death tolls rising, governments were forced to dole out more research funds than candy on Halloween. All she wanted was a piece of the pie. Urina Thandal’s work continually went unrecognized. Human trials were the only thing standing between her and the respect she deserved. A cure was in her grasp, but permission to move forward wasn’t forthcoming. Rules and regulations were strangling her genius, all while people continued to suffer. She needed a way around the red tape—a way to distribute her discovery without raising any alarms—something almost everyone could access. It might have been better if she hadn’t found it. Is Strawberry Fields Dismembered fiction, the ramblings of a lunatic, or a prophecy as to what may come to pass? Pick this one up and decide for yourself.