A fifteen year old allows her own possession ('No one could say it was rape'), kicking back against the loveless cruelty of her repressive childhood. And this is the opportunity for a malign influence to seize advantage, then bide his time...
Isobel and Toby can be mistaken for brother and sister, because she, his mother, is so young. They've grown up together so close, that his desire for her could hardly be said to cross a line, for she hasn't been inclined to draw one. That is, until his jealousy becomes an obsession which interferes with her own, and she rebuffs him. Her colourful aunt has forebodings for her safety. There is a flight to icy regions. The pursuer proceeds with impunity, is inescapable...
The story of Oedipus, concerns not a man who desired to make his mother his lover, but one who unknowingly had no control over his fate. Freud found concealed in the subconscious, the roots of sexual compulsions too strange and unacceptable for the conscious mind to acknowledge, yet too disturbingly impervious to rationalisation to suppress. Perhaps such references leave too many threads to untangle, with too few connections clearly seen, for the narrative to always run smooth. But overall, this is tightly written, and beautifully descriptive.
A bad dream has come to life for the confused and contradictory protagonists. For this reader, the allure of forbidden erotic charge works to very entertaining effect in this superior horror story!