ian scull

Love, solitude and their timeless link with the misplaced loyalties and friendship of life are what run through the tale of Brandon. As he rides out to save the iconic father figure of his misspent adulthood his distracted mind sets like stone over the difficulties and the heartaches of his own relationship with Priscilla, the love of his life and the catalyst for a violent return to his sordid and heroic drug soaked past. A past which quite literally rides out to greet him and which will pull him down into the dirt and the dust of the desert. Mile after speeding mile on roads that will captivate the riders with their moonscape beauty, and with only small tough desert towns to play host to the tale, the past becomes ever more real and the reality of the present even tougher. Brandon is pushed to such extreme limits of pain and endurance and eventually, to the very depths of utter regret and reinvention. Papa, the god-father figure of his past, is back. Old and faded like a rapidly dying meteor far out in the blackness of space. The drugs and the life they sought taking their toll on him. And Mary, so infamous in her past and so psychotic in her present and also now just as faded but still so steely strong and intent on righting the wrongs and injustices of her past. She battles her own addictive chemical ghosts and is set to bring the story to a bitter end and rid herself of her part in that past and her demons living and imagined. But then there is Angie, who chills this tale like a wraith. Her part in the past is only just beginning, and her heart in this present beats loud and strong like a storm that rolls across a black desert sky.