'Living in New Zealand there is a new horizon that is more powerful than the word death...' This is a story of the Pacific, of a father and his son and their family, of the spiritual voices which guide them - and of the loss that burns within them. It is a story of the people of a small Pacific Island, their culture stretched almost to breaking point between their ancestral homeland and the often hostile new land of Karangahape Road and Otara. In this searing first novel, Niuean writer John Puhiatau Pule tells what it is like to be a stranger on the streets of Auckland. Rich with colour, alternatively brutal and lyrical, alive with the rhythms of Polynesia, John Puhiatau Pule's unique language heralds the arrival of a truly Pacific magical realism.