Midwich: peaceful, charming even, but a nowhere place, where nothing happens. Then, something remarkable occurs; remarkable and quietly terrible. And now there are strangers here, golden-eyed children, born to the women of the village, but not of them. For they are other, different and powerful. They came that late summer evening, when the village and its inhabitants fell into an enforced and lengthy sleep ... and then awoke to the slow realization that nothing would ever be the same.