Several months have passed since the explorers Burke and Wills disappeared into the desert, and their whereabouts remain a mystery.
Now a search party has assembled to rescue them. Meanwhile, two other men are wandering lost in the outback: one on the verge of reaching safety; the other, broken and trapped at the heart of the continent with an Aboriginal tribe as his only hope of survival. And back in the city an actress, star of the stage in Melbourne and Sydney, longs for the return of Burke and Wills for personal reasons that will only gradually become apparent.
This is a stunning debut novel of love and identity, desire and death, set in rapidly changing yet still unknown Australia.
"It will reward anyone who enjoys the use of fact as a basis for well-wrought, poetic fiction. … elegant language, plot-driven action, contemplation and thematic seriousness..." MAX OLIVER, AUSTRALIAN BOOKSELLER & PUBLISHER
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