Two fugitives, a disfigured man and a woman who turns out to be some kind of ancient Babylonian sex demon, take refuge in a benighted English village whose sole employer is an industrial insect-breeding facility.

This lives up to its subtitle "a tale of rural unease" with a hotchpotchy mix of witchcraft (black and white), pea-souper fogs, inbred yokels and other normal rural stuff. There's feminism, class struggle, and the military-industrial complex thrown in for good measure. The art is good at atmospherics but the people are drawn with a hint of manga which felt off to me. It's really too short a book to contain so many characters and such an elaborate plot and back-story. We never find out exactly what the duo are on the run from, for example, and it all feels kind of rushed.

My wife has been to the real Liphook, in Hampshire. She didn't mention witches or an insect factory but there may have been fog and yokels.