How far would you go for your own flesh and blood?
Patrick’s son Charlie has left home in disgrace. His zoologist wife Jane is on a field trip in Zaire and his daughter Jo is engrossed in her studies. So Patrick is left alone to look after the ailing Dvonshire monkey sanctuary that he and Jane took on in a bid to save their marriage. Alone, that is, for the big, panther-like cat that preys around the park, evading capture, lurking in the shadows and in the back of Patrick’s mind as he tries to uncover the truth behind the murder of their oldest female primate.
Patrick’s fears begin to fade. But then one night something happened that is so shocking, so deplorable, that it rips apart everything he ever held to be true – and unleashes a horror he could never have imagined . . .
‘Neil Cross is an astonishing writer – tautly lyrical, and able at a stroke to fill you with cold, dark fear’ Time Out
‘A masterpiece . . . seductively readable . . . dangerous’
‘Neil Cross is an astonishing writer – tautly lyrical, and able at a stroke to fill you with cold, dark fear’
‘Dark and densely plotted . . . the plot reaches a violent climax, challenging notions of guilt and the limits of parental responsibility’
‘The sudden violence of his denouement is long anticipated but unexpected in its visceral details. Both fierce and poignant in wrapping up the habitat and hunting themes, it poses uncomfortable questions about personal and family responsibility’
‘Neil Cross builds the tension in this fiendishly taut novel . . . As events mount to a genuinely shocking climax, Cross asks uncomfortable questions about the differences between being human and having humanity’
‘Intelligent, brilliantly written, fascinating . . . the exquisite tension that Cross’s sharp, devastating prose builds leads to a climax so shocking it will leave you flabbergasted’
‘Cross is an astonishing writer – tautly lyrical, and able at a stroke to fill you with cold, dark fear of the malignant forces at large in the world . . . its horrible climax will stay with you for a long time’
‘There are moment during Neil Cross’s fifth novel when the sense of foreboding is so strong that you half expect to find cobwebs between the pages . . . The expertly delivered shocks may stay with you for a few days, but there’s something meatier and more fetid hidden that will walk behind you for considerably longer’
‘Blurring the line between human and animal sympathies, this is written with such authenticity you can practically smell the chimp excrement’
‘Powerfully intelligent . . . serious and compelling in equal measure’