He's run away home. That's what they say every time one of Charley Winslow's friends vanishes from The Old Cross School for Boys. It's just a tall tale. That's what they tell Charley when he sees the ragged grey figure stalking the abbey halls at night. When Charley follows his pet insects to a pool of blood behind a false wall, he could run and let those stones bury their secrets.
These are the stories of things out of water - of sea bed deserts choked with ghosts; of the lonely, roving children of the fen. Here your garden grows below ground. You will be born into a cradle of your own bones, shadows will burst from your eyes, and your mouth will fill with thorns. Storms will twist inside you, and the ghosts of your past will follow you and chart your future.