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400 pages, Hardcover
First published August 4, 2026
“Easier to wish for ignorance than to burden yourself with the rot in all our hearts."
Perhaps we have fashioned an Empire that prefers lavishness to decency. It makes me wonder—is such a people worth maintaining? For a willingness to tolerate suffering for one’s comfort only grows over time.

“Something about using neuro-fungi in everyday farming practices being unwise …”
“Farms are not sites of hallowed tradition. They are, if anything, laboratories for profound biological change. We simply prefer to believe otherwise: if we pay it any attention, it could cause discomfort whenever we sit down to eat.”
“I consider myself a wise thing, yet when I consider creation, I see little but blind hunger and the ravages of nature. The only order to be found is what we’ve put there, boy.”
“But we are Iudex, Din. We seek the truth. I tell you this now not to horrify you, but to warn you. You shall be entering the site of a tremendous crime today. There may be many horrors awaiting you within. So—step lightly, boy!”

“…all the Empire is a tomb, and all of history. So much age, so much death. We live within tombs, within tombs, within tombs. The question is—how to find our way out?”
This is the third ring, ludex. People here do not change. Custom, culture, ancestors, fealty—these rule all. And the hatred between the Armentas and the Buravs is very old.
“It was like every fiber of the world was singing to me. Every street, every wall, every roof was a reed that danced in the wind, creating this pure tone... All of creation, praising me, whispering to me, as if the stars and moon themselves were singing just for my ears.”
“Much can be read in the shiftings of small things”


