The Institute for Creative Dying

You wouldn't know it was there, the unnumbered house behind the iron-grille gate, just below the craggy rocks of Northcliff ridge. To the untrained eye the rambling property might seem neglected, with its tangle of trees and untamed indigenous bush. But there is purpose here, and a peaceful, subterranean focus on all that withers and dies. Five strangers -

a model, a former nun, a couple in crisis, and an offender newly released from prison - have come here, to this place, to discover an end...