Kingswinford Sunset

Grimly funny tale of revenge and religious obsession in the suburban Black Country - England's post industrial Gothic heartland. Lee Icement paints murals on Harry Ronsard's walls. And on his ceilings. Murals full of heroes, avengers, noble knights. Good stuff, Harry reckons. Pictures of blokes who weren't afraid to do the right thing. Harry's kind of blokes. When Lee's sister Alice dies of a heroin overdose, Harry finds those pictures have really got under his skin. He knows Lee's knights and heroes wouldn't stand for this sort of stuff and he's not going to either. He remembers he's got a couple of antique swords in his loft. So it's a mighty poor lookout for the smack dealers. And for anyone else who's been up to stuff as they shouldn't have been in Kingswinford. And his progress as a vigilante is soon noticed in places few people would expect. Meanwhile, Lee finds all the carnage that's going on behind Harry's neat privet hedges most amusing. But just what is it in his own background that has given his art such bloody and overwhelming power?

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