Anger... it can eat you alive. Rage. Bea has it - more than ever, since her husband left her. Lou has it - has it in spades, since she lost her job and her flat and had to move back in with her parents. And whoever's been murdering and mutilating the men whose bodies keep mounting up in Bea and Lou's city - they've got it, too. But when Bea moves to The Gates, an exclusive new estate with a strange and troubled history, and Lou's interest in the murders leads her right to Bea's door, the two women find the lines between nightmare and reality, history and myth and sanity and madness blurring around them - and a primeval entity born from the chaos of creation with her own appetite for rage rising up to meet them from the ground below. She sees them. And she's hungry.