As we age from children into adults, the sheer power of our imagination ebbs away.
"Reality" gradually asserts itself against the many, many other possibilities children perceive, and we are the poorer for it.
There are, of course, exceptions, and Elizabeth Knox is one. There is nothing diminished about her imaginative powers. She evokes alternative realities - versions of our own but populated by such creatures of fantasy as angels and vampires - with sublime conviction. Much of the pleasure of reading her work lies in recovering a child's delight in make believe. Even where the material is deeply disturbing - as much of the material in her latest, Wake, certainly is - that old, familiar joy of entering another world is irresistible.
Constable Theresa Grey arrives in Kahutara - a kind of doppelganger for Kaiteriteri - to find a full-scale zombie apocalypse under way. People are maiming and murdering one another, using weapons, their bare hands, their teeth, anything.
They seem blank, oblivious, incapable of reason. Then, once it's over, even the victors in the initial struggle suddenly keel over dead.