Astronaut Frank Borman is all alone on the moon. No ship. Nobody answering his radio calls. His spacesuit is running out of air fast, yet he doesn’t know what he’s doing there. Something is out there looming over him on the lunar surface. Something massive that doesn’t belong there. Borman shouldn’t be there either — in just a few months Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin are due to touch down in the Sea of Tranquility. This is no NASA mission. But who else has the technological capability? Perhaps that sinister grouping of defence intelligence powerbrokers known as Bermuda, although Borman suspects this is a giant step too far even for them. Which only leaves the Russians. If that’s true, he must have an important job to do. A job that transcends Cold War politics and space age rivalry. But everything about this is is wrong. Why has he been abandoned? And why can’t he remember anything? Apollo 8.1 is compulsive reading… strap yourself in