The same week our fowls were stolen, Daphne Moran had her throat cut.'
The greatest opening line in New Zealand literature opens this hilarious Gothic melodrama. Klynham is a sleepy little New Zealand town in which not a lot happens. But then one moonlit night the Scarecrow arrives, swilling brandies and looking for victims. Something sordid and even macrabre lies ahead.
- Publication Date:
- 01 / 10 / 2010