"It occurred to him that he had wound up just like Peter Pan: he was a boy who would never grow old, could fly and who had lost his shadow." 10 years after the war between the humans and the Sids, Los Angeles is little more than an abattoir run by a vicious sect of vampires known as the Tachevah. When the local government is overthrown in a ruthless coup, a carefree, wandering Sid named Dodge finds himself drawn deeper and deeper into the conspiracy until his own existence is threatened by forces of unimaginable... incompetence. Seriously. You probably thought I was going to say 'unimaginable evil' or 'unimaginable power'... no, they're all thick as bricks, believe me. Now, for those of you who might wish to continue despite this colossal let down, there are some things to look forward to, there's sub-text, foreshadowing, clever dialogue, sarcasm, metaphor and unexpected turns of events. But the book is really just an excuse to write about sex... in caves, on camels, in bathtubs, workshops... Ok, not camels. So, if you don't like that sort of thing, this isn't the book for you. Better to join a badger-shaving club than have your mind ruined by this drivel. Seriously, this is a book for drug addicts, sex fiends, homosexuals and other deviants... Furries... You know the type. Think of it as a William Burroughs knock-off and you'll be fine... well, Burroughs meets D H Lawrence, if that makes sense.