SNIPPETS FROM THE BOOK

He was large – words like ogre and oaf come to mind – with his odd face and matted straw hair. A large human, and for most parts just like any other human, except bigger and he came out wrong.... Read More

He is illiterate, I gave him that name. A man who has no skills, no property, no family or lover, and he sings his anguish so loud that he gets rained on by plant pots but also applauded on stage.... Read More

Personal pride can be achieved from being the best that there is, even if the parameters are narrow. Diggir shovels shit for his livelihood, but he is also very good at it, the best, perhaps. Or not, as he doesn’t... Read More

It was first described a generation ago, when for a few days of the year rain fell that was red, and thick, like it was mixed with blood. It stained the ground and then sank deep within, as if drawn... Read More

Running through the middle of the Emergery is a sizeable river, which splinters off to the north and south, fanning out into a delta as it reaches the coast. In the middle of all that is a dark, treacherous swamp,... Read More