'She wasn't just blue. Not pink. Not plum or chartreuse or mauve or any colour that could ever be dreamed up. January Clara Moore was all of the above. The muddy hue you get when mixing 10 different colours together, but instead of brown, you achieve something new. Something different, and something most definitely strange.' *** Peter Turner coloured everyone. His world is a canvas, and despite his corner of grey, most of it was messy scrawl of colour that keeps him alive with the dregs of what hasn't been snatched. Unfortunately for him, the infuriatingly remarkable January marched into his life with a massive dare when he was in a good mood, so now Peters stuck with a goat, five wildly inappropriate fridge magnets and all the colours of her.