Wilson's Promontory, the southernmost tip of the Australian mainland, looked like the perfect place for a bushwalk. But for the strange assortment of men and women who ventured into its wild beauties that day in the summer of 1924, it all went horribly wrong. They all had their own reasons for being there. For some it was to be a testing of mind and body, for others an opportunity for romance, or at least a bit of uncomplicated sex under canvas. But love and lust were not the only passions they brought to the Promontory. Two of them would die, and all of them would be changed by the events of that week. Richard Carney, through whose eyes the story is told, sets out to find the source of the evil in this Garden; in the course of his journey, there are other things to be learned as well, about love and death, promontories, other people and himself.
Promontory is many things - a love story, a murder mystery, a metaphysical novel about the spirit of place. For its readers, as for the people who took the trail, it is an unpredictable, unforgettable journey.