Dimensions
130 x 200 x 25mm
After twenty years of living in London, Rosalind still wakes with the cinnamon taste of cassia leaves in her mouth, a dream from a childhood in India, where she learnt about alchemy, poison and monsoons.
Drawn back to India by her half-sister, whose husband may have murdered his first wife, Rosalind is caught in an intricate web linking Bombay's eunuchs and its gaudy film world. Her best weapon is not a gun but her knowledge of science and alchemy . . .
This is a highly coloured, highly informed, diabolically confused tale of torture, debauchery and elegant myth.
