CHAPTER 12 - Pandora - Penny’s sigh is muffled by the car’s rattling as Matiu takes the on-ramp. Death rattles. It’ll be interesting to see which holds out longer: the fender or her patience. “So, let me get this straight,” she says, running a finger along the edge of the black box. “We now believe that Touching the Sun is a fertility cult hiding behind a successful micro-gardening enterprise?” “Yup. Your Touching the Sun subscription buys you a houseful of grass and a tattoo on your wrist.” “And the cult runs its empire from the back of a fleet of refrigerated vans which it also uses to transport kidnapped girls and hijacked bog bodies.” “Both of which might be pregnant.” “Both of whom might be pregnant. Which means my bog body might not be an artefact from the Iron Age at all; ins

