Exploring the intimacy of enemies, Red Dust makes for a heartrending read. As victim and torturer face each other the reader is asked to look at what is truth and can there ever be reconcilation.
Dirk Hendricks's tongue flicked out, a snake's lick, before it hurriedly withdrew, a lustful, greedy, anticipating move. Watching, Sarah saw another man breaking free of the prisoner's chrysalis. She saw the narrowing of his eyes and the draining of their colour. His lips tightened: no longer the Cupid's bow. His head lifted, his back straightened: he looked somehow more substantial and also much more dangerous. The shift was extraordinary.
