William Heaney is a fraud. He writes poetry so that a more attractive friend can pass it off as his own. He produces Jane Austen first editions so that he can sell to gullible collectors. He can see demons. This is William's story. The story of a man who is living with regret. The story of a man who is prey to his own demon and who can see the demons of others; shadowy indistinct figures waiting, hunched, at people's shoulders. Waiting for a mistake, for a moment of weakness.