Notes

Sixteen-year-old Sparrow swims. One, two, three, breath. There are sharks and crocs around him but the monsters he fears most live in the dark spaces in his mind. He's swimming away from his prison life and the skeleton of his family tree. He's swimming for a desolate and rocky coastland and the hollow promise of freedom. He'll eat or be eaten, kill or be killed. Sparrow has nothing left to lose. But to survive he'll need something more potent than desperation. Something more dangerous than a makeshift knife. Hope. (Publisher)