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. No, really. These "forces" we're talking about? They barely manage to get out of bed in the morning. You probably thought I was going to say 'unimaginable evil' or 'unimaginable power'... no, bloody loons, the lot of 'em. Otherwise, there's sub-text, clever dialogue, sarcasm, metaphor and rousing plot twists to keep you literary types happy, 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.