Love meets madness on a 19th century frontier at earth’s end. He’s been sent to investigate the wreck of a mysterious expedition ship off the wild coast of New Zealand. But the locals are strange, and the explorers driven insane. There’s one hope he still holds dear, a long-hoped-for reunion with the final survivor, yet that connection proves the most twisted and troubling of all.
This should have been right up my alley - Lovecraft in Wellington! - but I ended up hating it. The ending made no sense, and the street directions around colonial Wellington just left me confused and wondering which direction the author thought Cuba St went in. Avoid.