Exploring the intimacy of enemies, Red Dust makes for a heartrending read. As victim and torturer face each other the reader is asked to consider soem big questions about what is truth and can there ever be reconcilation.
Extract
Dirk Hendricks's tongue flicked out, a snake's lick, before it hurriedly withdrew, a lustful, greedy, anticipating move. Watching, Sarah saw another man breaking free of the prisoner's chrysalis. She saw the narrowing of his eyes and the draining of their colour. His lips tightened: no longer the Cupid's bow. His head lifted, his back straightened: he looked somehow more substantial and also much more dangerous. The shift was extraordinary.
