Five thousand years on...

and the Minotaur, or M as he is known to his colleagues, is working as a line chef at Grub's Rib in the American Deep South, keeping himself to himself, keeping his horns down, trying in vain to put his past behind him. Inarticulate, socially inept, tolerated at best by those around him, he has been transformed over the centuries from a monster with an appetite for human flesh to a broken creature with very human needs.

But during a two week period the delicate balance tips, and M finds his life dissolving into chaos while he simultaneously awakens to the possibilities of happiness and love.

This was a freebie, or near as dammit, that I bought to make up a book order. I chose it because it sounded like such a barmy idea, and at least hinted at a little humour. I'm probably not going to get to read this for a while, but it'll be interesting to see what it's about when I get there.