The ghost of one he loves tells Jeff Harler of The Abraham Man. Then the nightmare begins.
“Maybe writers and musicians should take an oath. Like the Hippocratic Oath. We could even use the same opening: First do no harm.”
That was the eulogy of Tangerine Glide, the biggest acid rock band of that time. It was Jeff Harler’s creation; and it was he who killed it.
He went to live in a remote beach house on Australia’s southwest coast because that’s as far as you can get from the London scene without wearing a spacesuit. He claims his plan is to age rapidly – that his only ambition is to die in his sleep.
But it is others who die as a mindless random killer stalks the little community
.
Then one night the ghost of someone once close to him appears and begs his help to stop the killings. She tells him of the Abraham Man, and that wakes dark recesses in his mind. Maybe the past has come to claim him.
This is a story of a love that conquers death. Of intrigue, betrayal, and conspiracy. Of the occult and madness. It tells the secret that the music industry has hidden for 40 years.