Renegade artist Harp Spillman is lower than a bow-legged fire ant. Because of an unhealthy relationship with the bottle, he's ruined his reputation as one of the South's preeminent commissioned metal sculptors. And his desperate turn to ice sculpting might've led to a posse of angry politicians on his trail. With the help of his sane and practical wife, Raylou, Harp understands that it's time to get his act together and prove that he can complete a series of twelve-foot-high metal angels-welded completely out of hex nuts-for the city of Birmingham. Is it pure chance that the Elbow Boys, with arms voluntarily fused together so they can't drink, show up in order to help Harp? And why did his neighbor smuggle anteaters into the desolate little South Carolina town of Ember Glow? Harp is drying out, but somehow being sober isn't making the world seem any less confusing.
