A world has fallen. A world is falling. An illiterate scholar - The Keys - and a former priest - The Lantern - climb to the roof of a dying world to reclaim their names. The megastructure that was once their home, and their prison, lies in a state of ruin that is overshadowed only by its enormity. The task before them is vague, concocted in a smoke-drunken haze, but the fruit that it will bear tempts them with all the sweetness of vengeance, marrow, and lust.
Writer, artist, and 3D sculptor Prae Obscura is an independent author of speculative fiction and surreal horror. His work focuses on cruelty, madness, plurality, and the dynamics of social classifications. Crepuscular Angles was his first book, followed by Sund's Rending.
Definitely an interesting read! I'm frankly not sure if I would say I like it, but this is definitly a story that will stick to me for a long time. It reminded me a lot of Pathologic in its vibe. Themes aside, the prose fucks mad tits (it's a compliment) and the nonlinear structure was masterfully used. Ten out of ten, you guys need to give this one a shot.