A trans woman discovers pornography of herself she has no memory of making, only to find herself led to an unimaginably deeper evil.

"The best book I've read in years." --Gretchen Felker-Martin, author of Manhunt

"An old pain made unreal and vivid in the sputtering, intermittent, blue-lit blight of now." --Andrew F. Sullivan, author of The Marigold

A feral shut-in discovers a disturbing internet porn video of what seems to be herself. A seance of coked-up artists summons unearthly forces in a studio apartment. The staircase of an exurban marketing company descends endlessly beneath the earth.

In Aoife Josie Clements' electric, nightmarish, intricately layered novel, the impossibility of goodness crowds in upon two young trans women barely surviving on sex work and zero-hours contracts. Below the familiar evils of capitalism and the bottomless depths of internet culture, a darker horror awaits. What curse follows these women? What are they escaping? What are they running towards?