Disquiet is a feeling of unease when there is nothing obviously amiss. There is no monster chasing you, no claws tearing at your back - but the shadows on the stairs are shifting, and your reason is at war with the pricking of your anxious instincts. Disquiet is what you call a wrongness with no name. In this autumnal anthology, a group of largely debut female authors make their mark on contemporary literature: In fiction and autobiography, poetry and fantasy, these stories share one common thread - profound disquiet. Honey Island Swamp Child explores those shadows which linger at the edges...