'Wedderburn's prose has an alluringly musical style [...] Wedderburn leaves it up to us to devise our stories and figure out our own answers, adding to the book's overall charm and mystique.' - Quill & Quire on The Milk Chicken Bomb 'The prose jumps off the page, it sparkles.' - Coleen Gillis, Broken Pencil, on The Milk Chicken Bomb Audrey Lane has always loved to drive. Anytime, anywhere, any car: a questionable rust bucket, a family sedan, the SUV she was paid to drive around the oil fields. From the second she learned to drive, she's always found a way to hit the road. Years ago, when she abandoned her oil field job, she found herself chauffeuring around the Lever Men, a B-list band relegated to playing empty dive bars in far-flung towns. That's how she found herself at the Crash Palace, an isolated lodge outside the big city where people pay to party in the wilderness, where her life is irrevocably changed. And now, one night, while her young daughter is asleep at home, Audrey is struck by that old urge and finds herself testing the doors of parked cars in her neighbourhood. Before she knows it, she's headed north in the dead of winter to the now abandoned Crash Palace in a stolen car, unable to stop herself from confronting her past.