Poodle-fakers and propagandists, zealots and harlots, tabloid reporters, all foregather under the cosily affluent canopy of the Chelsea Cluster, a low-rise enclave in the heart of SW10. How on earth can the Meddles, the Alis, the Ficklesteins and the Vishnus get along, with only low garden walls - and religious mania - to separate them? Enter Jezebel, the Cluster's very own Goddess of Love... First, Millicent Meddle succumbs to her soothing charms. Then it's the turn of Nigel, Millicent's not-so-Reverend husband. Pretty soon, the benign facade of Britannia Variegata, with all its splendidly pluralistic blooms, is crumbling. Mayhem ensues. Hilarious set piece comedy, zany characters, and an acute eye for the manners of London's 'comfortable' classes, give Divine Combat a cutting satirical edge. With all the lurid detail of a Bosch masterpiece, this novel will plant unforgettable images in your mind. Don't miss it!