This was utterly astounding; you had me on the edge of my seat from beginning to end. The prose was gorgeous, at times poetic and yet the poetry never got in the way of the compelling story. Especially the last paragraph and this bit: In the blue velvet crush of evening the sea had begun to show an orange harvest glow at the rim of it heralding the coming moon and its tidal pull sharpened all the spines beneath his skin. All the foreign bones assembling and the grist braiding together and the deep rabid hunger at the heart of him dragging like some undertow.. Just lovely!

I agree that there needs to be more it. I would read a novella based on this world. Lily was fantastic, especially, and I always love stories in which they smoke pot. It seems so right for the pressures and the times. And Peter was interesting, too; nicely rounded and more nuanced than we often encounter.

I am in awe