Eden — Leslie Waller

You may thnk you recognise Phoenix Island. It may be a place you've always longed to go to, a place to lose yourself and your inhibitions. An enchanted island where you can live among others who seek pleasure - and forget the world.

Or it may be a place you'd like to know only from a distance - a haven where emotions are hidden beneath the surface of artificial glamour.

There is an air of mystery about the place and about the people, and the traditional hostility the summer vacationers and the native islanders seems on the verge or erupting into something much uglier.

If you think you recognise Phoenix Island, be careful. For it is not so much a place as a state of mind.