Rain. A grassy field. Some time, in a near future. And a beautiful woman who holds a tuxedoed man at gunpoint, making him dig his own grave. He is Thurot Lindsay White, the charismatic dictator ruling as prime minister of newly totalitarian Great Britain. She is Helen MacAlpine, heir to a Scottish lord who had been a noted professor of Religious Studies, and a former fashion model of mild fame in her own right. Intellectually gifted, though rarely in her life taken seriously for it. Profoundly sensitive, but its legacy making her a tortured repository of family secrets and mental illness. Now her father is dead and Helen has managed to kidnap White, believing him to be a monster out of Biblical prophecy... Destined to bring about the apocalypse unless she intervenes. Or does she truly believe that? Even as she also has always been her own most capable and ruthless interrogator. About the shams and hypocrisies of every type of belief - and about her own troubled mind and delusions. Yet the die is cast. She does have him at her mercy. And one thing is certain, when soon he is finished digging. She still must decide whether to shoot.
Rain. A grassy field. Some time, in a near future. And a beautiful woman who holds a tuxedoed man at gunpoint, making him dig his own grave. He is Thurot Lindsay White, the charismatic dictator ruling as prime minister of newly totalitarian Great Britain. She is Helen MacAlpine, heir to a Scottish lord who had been a noted professor of Religious Studies, and a former fashion model of mild fame in her own right. Intellectually gifted, though rarely in her life taken seriously for it. Profoundly sensitive, but its legacy making her a tortured repository of family secrets and mental illness. Now her father is dead and Helen has managed to kidnap White, believing him to be a monster out of Biblical prophecy... Destined to bring about the apocalypse unless she intervenes. Or does she truly believe that? Even as she also has always been her own most capable and ruthless interrogator. About the shams and hypocrisies of every type of belief - and about her own troubled mind and delusions. Yet the die is cast. She does have him at her mercy. And one thing is certain, when soon he is finished digging. She still must decide whether to shoot.