Lizzy Stone loves her little Cornish island. She rises with the sun and she dances with the moon. She dives with the gannets and bathes with the seals. Her worship is hot and red.

The Devil covets Lizzy’s island. He wants nothing more than its consumption, its integration into His calculating, mechanical designs. His desire is synthetic and bottomless.

When the Devil comes a storm always comes with Him. Sort of a tradition. Only this time it will be different. THIS time His covetousness will be satiated. This time He’ll take the island for His own.

Lizzy, new initiate into the order of sacred whores who protect the island, isn’t going to let Him. She’s fallen in love with Percy, a fellow apprentice. No one gets to threaten Percy’s first real home. And no one’s taking Lizzy's little sister away either, hopelessly dazzled by the glittering mainland lights as she may be.

A storm will rage. Telephone poles will fall and bridges will be washed away. Say good night to the electrics and the moon and the stars. Lizzy and Percy were born in darkness, but even they’re not prepared for what’s coming.