About
Nullin's newest residents, masseuse Heidi Go and her screenwriter husband Beckett, have traded Sydney's fast lane for a fresh start in a picturesque little coastal town. Knowing what to expect from a sea change, they look forward to making the acquaintance of the odd local character. Or even the frankly weird ones, like the wild Blackpeters, the wealthy Bankston family, sexy handyman Damian Hill and an elderly anthropologist with an exotic past.

But soon the corpses of native animals start turning up, cruelly tortured and mutilated. And when Heidi makes her own horrifying discovery in the eerie Nullin Void, she starts to wonder if the rural eccentricities of the locals are a mask for something far more sinister.

Extract
Heidi crouched on her heels a few metres from the teenager, hugging her knees to her chest. It was damp down in the quarry, still except for the circling of birds overhead, magpies and crows attracted by the smell of blood. She picked up a rock and threw it at them, but they continued to circle. She could do nothing, either, about the flies that had gathered at the corners of the girl's eyelids, in her nostrils, inside the awful wound at her throat.

All around her, she sensed that smaller creatures were waiting their turn, the worms squirming under the soil, the beetles scratching among the rocks, waiting for the skin to fall off the bones, stripped of connecting tissue, to bleach and crumble, what was human to turn to soup for a putrid autumn feast. The earth seemed to be buzzing in anticipation. But Heidi was determined to deny them their meal. She sat on her haunches in a puddle, throwing sticks and gravel at predators, alert for the sounds of larger animals come to feast. Like a Roman guard at the Crucifixion, she thought.

Reviews
"Readers of Tulloch's last book, Wraith, might not be too surprised by her genre switch. Wraith's story of a spoiled supermodel who dies of a drug overdose and returns to haunt her personal assistant could be described as a neo-Gothic whodunit, and when Tulloch depicted her title character's corpse with all the attention to detail or a Cornwell or a Reichs, it was almost as if she were limbering up for The Cutting. If she was, practise has made almost perfect."
- Sydney Morning Herald.

"A neat crime read."
- Bulletin.

"Intriguing."
- Herald Sun.

"Violently surprising."
- Australian.

"Deeply scary."
- Australian Women's Weekly.

"It is only fair to warn readers that the book is not for the squeamish."
- AB&P.

"Tulloch unfolds her tale with considerable skill and the story is nicely staged to keep the reader happily turning the pages well into the night."
- Canberra Times.

"Perhaps Miss Marple does have a successor here after all."
- Australian Book Review.