In the past the universe is a glitterball I hold in the palm of my hand. In the past I am
brilliant and I am happy and my every tomorrow is madness. In the past I am soaring and
falling and breaking and lost. And now there is only this. Once the golden boy of the
English literary scene now a clinically depressed writer of pulp crime fiction Ash Winters
has given up on hope happiness and-most of all-himself. He lives his life between the cycles
of his illness haunted by the ghosts of other people's expectations. Then a chance encounter
throws him into the path of Essex-born Darian Taylor. Flashy and loud radiant and full of life
Darian couldn't be more different...and yet he makes Ash laugh reminding him of what it's like
to step beyond the boundaries of his anxiety. But Ash has been living in his own shadow for so
long that he can no longer see a way out. Can a man who doesn't trust himself ever trust in
happiness? And how can someone who doesn't believe in happiness ever fight for his own?
