Murray Hunter Andrew

Property might be theft. But the housing market is murder. My name is Al. I live in wealthy people's second homes while their real owners are away. I don’t rob them, I don’t damage anything… I’m more an unofficial house-sitter than an act

One half suffers an endless frozen night; the other, nothing but burning sun. Only in a slim twilit region between them can life survive. In an isolationist Britain, scientist Ellen Hopper receives a letter from a dying man. It contains