About the Book
This is a telling parody of Europe’s current immigration, security, and identity crisis, as told through the misadventures of insects migrating to the affluent sunflower field.
Quig Shelby has previously published five other novels including:
The Crocodile Masquerade
The Concubine Affair
The Scrying Glass
About the Author
I have three main inspirations for my writing – my experiences, imagination, and gorgeous glossy blood pumping erotica.
My previous jobs include croupier, and mental health nurse. Currently a toxicologist, but always restless, forever searching.
I am a night owl, love snow, and the sound of heavy rain.
I love extremes, and self-denial if the pleasure is worth the patience and the pain. I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind, half of it male, and half female. The second half is lesbian.
My advice on life – apart from one fleeting moment everything in life is a memory, so live for the moment and make it worth remembering.
And my favourite quote has to be:
‘Normality is a pavement comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.’
- Vincent Van Gogh
Preface to the Book
“Their nests were being destroyed by nature’s intolerant rage. Amongst ruined fields blighted by drought, only insecticides, chemical warfare, rained down from the heavens above. They saw no future for themselves or their nymphs, and sought prosperity in a new land mosaicked with fields of golden sunflowers and rapeseed. Some were tourists, but most were escapees fleeing from an intolerable life, unable and unwilling to change their own habitat or eco-system.
Insects, who sought freedom in pastures new, chased dreams and opportunities they denied some of their own species. Others felt owed a plentiful life from the cockroaches that had raped and ruined their fields a long time ago. The bugs were marching home to nest.
Soon the termite travellers would reach a fork in the road. One sign would ask what they could do for their adopted home. The other sign, wood-wormed and flea bitten, would inquire what could be done for them. Most chose the latter. And whilst the termites burrowed, hopped, and flew along their chosen path, the invaded hosts wondered what to do. Should they waive welcoming sunflowers in the antennae of the new arrivals or dig in their six legs, belligerent and insectist? The future was an unsown field in which their actions would plant discord or harmony, modernity or hypocrisy.”