'Early one Sunday, the town of Molliston wakes to the news that a young bride is dead. The year is 1929. The Great War with Germany has been fought and won, but at an immense cost to the small community.
'Death is too familiar here. So many sons were lost. So many daughters would never be wives; so many grandchildren would never be born.
'Racial hatred is like a bushfire in the belly of some. And the dead girl is found only yards from the property of old Joe Reichenberg, a German. Tom Thompson, the local cop, lost his two sons in Gallipoli. He believes he has come to terms with his bereavement - until that Sunday.
Slowly, the true face of Molliston is exposed. By midnight, a full moon is offering its light - and a glimmer of hope.'
Source: Publisher's blurb.
Epigraph: Moths in the moonlight, angel wings,
Wraith-like shapes, they flit and fade
Trapped by the moon waif's mystic glow,
Prey to a night bird's swooping raid. (Anne Perkins)
