Author Krista Tibbs

The Neurology of Angels

“This book is more than just the science and politics of drug development…it involves ‘real’ people battling loss and heartache.” –The Eclectic Reader

Every day, a choice must be made between saving one child and treating thousands.


I wrote The Neurology of Angels because in my various jobs in academic research, the government, and the biotechnology industry, I have met a lot of good people who are trying to do the right thing. So, the issues of the high costs of drugs and the longer-than-a-lifetime development is a much more complex story than corruption, ineptitude, or callousness, particularly with respect to rare diseases, and I thought it was a story that needed to be told. As one reviewer said, “This book will not only make you cry, it will make you think,” and that is all I was aiming to do. Excerpts from the book and reviews are included below.


The Neurology of Angels is available through your local bookstore or online retailers including Amazon . If you would like a signed copy, please read about ordering books through this website on the About/Contact/Buy page.


“Superbly written from first page to last.” —Midwest Book Review

“Powerful, Informative, Heart-tugging…a novel brave enough to challenge our misconceptions.”
–Dianne Salerni, author of High Spirits

“A very important book, written at a very important time.” —Raging Bibliomania

“The Neurology of Angels leaves you questioning what you thought you knew about pharmaceutical research.” —Kids in the Suburbs

“This book is more than just the science and politics of drug development and approval though, it involves ‘real’ people battling loss and heartache.” —The Eclectic Reader

“A tender tale of persons who are frail and vulnerable – like most of humanity – yet who aspire to do what is right…It is not a depressing or sad book, offering no hope. In fact, it is just the opposite.” —Alvah’s Books

“A fascinating realistic novel” —SPR


“Sick children are angels on loan.” -Elizabeth Rose

Cambridge, MA

#423—THIS IS THE ONE. Galen wrote the words into his notebook and yawned. He slipped the first slide off the rack and positioned it under the microscope, looking at it for only a moment before replacing it with the next. His eyes scanned the second slide, left to right, and stopped. Galen squeezed his dark brows together and leaned closer to the eyepiece. He increased the power on the lens then grabbed another slide and another. His breath came faster as he registered the discovery: the blue-stained tissue of the control specimens was marred with black clusters of dead cells, but the slides treated with formula 423 were spotless. With trembling hands, he adjusted the focus. Not a fleck of black on 423, just a blue sky of healthy tissue. The ocean rushed in his ears, and a memory of apple shampoo and caramel hair swept across his heart.

Arlington, VA

Elizabeth looked up. She couldn’t speak but pleaded with her eyes that the doctor not say more. She was sure that if she heard what was to follow however, the fragile seams holding her together would disintegrate.

… The evening after the meeting with the genetic counselor, an unseasonably warm breeze blew over the back lawn, and frogs peeped in the distance as though winter weren’t coming. Sitting on her porch swing alone, Elizabeth felt more lost than ever. When preparing a legal defense, she had always found an angle, no matter how hopeless the situation. She tried to remember how she had maneuvered her brain to work that way, to consider her options.

…Elizabeth’s hand instinctively shielded her stomach. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry,” she whispered to her husband so recently in the grave and her baby so helpless inside her.

15 years later

Abigail’s words hit Eddy like a spitball. He immediately regretted patronizing her, but he just couldn’t bring himself to have that conversation. Not with her. He started running as hard as he could, in the opposite direction of Abigail, and away from one of the greatest fears shared by fathers—that their little girls will stop seeing them as heroes.

“The best thing about heroes is they care enough to try.” —Sera Rose



  1. Hi Krista,

    I didn’t know your book was at Target! I will look for it next time I’m there. It’s just a joy to see the books of the authors I’ve meet in stores, I just want to grab the next person that goes by and tell them, “You’ve got to read this book, it’s really good-you’ll love it.” Hope all is well and if you ever get that movie deal for Neurology of Angels, I still think ‘Chuck’ would make a perfect Eddy : D

    Merry Weather

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