The Eye of the SheepWINNER, Miles Franklin Literary Award SHORTLISTED, The Stella Prize SHORTLISTED, Voss Literary Prize LONGLISTED, International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award Ned was beside me, his messages running easily through him, with space between each one, coming through him like water. He was the go between, going between the animal kingdom and this one. I watched the waves as they rolled and crashed towards us, one after another, never stopping, always changing.