“These things never happen, but are always.” -Gaius Sallustius Crispus
Many of you have inquired after the fantastical blossom that has been cultivating at my hand year upon year, bloodcolored and shining with a dew of tears. The time has come that I place it before those of you who might wish to taste of its sweet and its bitter, this offering to the void.
From the lyricist for Sirenum Scopuli, Fauna, and others; from the hand behind Port of the Sun and author of Black Hills Cabal, comes the long-awaited epic novel Helios.
...A young man raised in a hermetic city sets out on a quest of becoming, tracing the threads of an imagined world outward in concentric circles of loss and discovery. What unfolds is a coming-of-age story of survival and the search for meaning in a world on the verge of collapse. Painstakingly sewn through interlaced narratives and hallucinatory poetics, Helios combines elegiac literary fiction, extravagant erotomyth, and psychologue into a fable which flowers open like Devil's Blossom. A flavor on the tongue of what never was, yet is always...
Eight years in the making. 1,088 pages of hypnagogic literary animism, in three separate volumes.
Helios.
Being an account of a citizen of the obscure city at the navel of the world, and the sojourn of a miscreant.
Limited first edition printing of 100 books. Full-color covers + interior illustrations by David V. D’Andrea. Eclipse endpages. Magic.
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