If Elidor was about a family haunted by a place, Red Shift is about a place haunted by itself. Three lives intersect at the far end of the perceptible spectrum, at a point triangulated by the stars of Orion, the the top of Mow Cop Hill and a prehistoric stone axe-head. Troubled young men at odds with their world and their time and their families and communities and with reality itself love three young women in circumstances that strain them to breaking point, and at the breaking point they break through time to each other in their trauma and pain.

A modern couple under pressure from distance and class and unspoken secrets. A Civil War -era couple besieged by fear and violence. A Roman-era couple mired in horror and savagery. Boundaries are increasingly less defined. Unattributed dialogue and prose so sparse it has whole worlds of meaning packed into each word. Raw emotions and uncontrollable inner demons set Tom and Thomas and Macey apart from everything, yet they yearn for the comforts of family and community and love, but in each era there is only one person who will accept them for who they are and their struggle to hold onto that person breaks time itself.

A raw, bitter, brutal book, but also painfully beautiful and filled with the power of place and time and myth. There is time, and there is space, and there is the person who must find themselves and find love somewhere in all that time and space, and the more connected to to the vastness of both, the harder that is.