It’s the start of an epic journey. This extraordinary novel has the quality of a deranged folk tale, fraught with danger and darkness and the evils of the present time. It embodies a kind of “Babes-in-the-Wood” fascination and glamour.
Buki is irrepressible, her face glowing with the light from the fire, her eyes big and black with a melting blackness. She is dancing a slow lazy dance, as Babby totters behind. Sparks fly about and the old blighted trees, with their straggling white beards, creak into life, from the blazing fire.