Ravel felt a shifty stab of panic. Indigo had an inquisitive new hobby....He'd taken to chopping things into pieces and this was not, Ravel felt, quite sane. More than that, it was rank with menace. Ravel wavered: "Indigo", he whispered, "what are you doing?"
In a dilapidated mansion overrun by rats, Ravel and Indigo Kesby have gone to war. When one threatens to break out of their obsessive, dependent relationship, there are disastrous consequences. In this house, there's no such thing as brotherly love.
©1997 Sonya Hartnett; (P)2004 Bolinda Publishing Pyt Ltd by arrangement with Penguin Group (Australia)