The winds of desire, guilt, identity and family history swirl around each other. Suddenly there is a blast of debauchery and we are swept along with the current to witness more secrets unravelling.
The sugar fields offer little protection from the gales and actually are the settings for the most extreme debauchery and eccentric revelations.
Take my hand, hold on tight, hold your breath, as we are about to venture deep into the Afterworld.
'Ingenious, interesting, poetic' Fay Weldon
'Gothic, deliriously dreamlike and beautifully written' Joseph Olshan