The Chrysalid of Axiom

'The Thanes of Olm were summoned to conjure a hidden drawing, a clandestine map of shapes imbued with divine clockwork in order to suppress a dead nerve possessed. Elspeth had somehow become soft-corrupted by a spiralling locutus and now sank fully-formed and redressed into a dark and forgotten technology. Her ambition in ribbons, her ancient magic in decline, the eating of a divine volt sang necessary. Through the coral spine of a whispering snake, the jagged emblems of a new galaxy began to splinter out of a jigsaw code. Elspeth is far from lost; a consummate pilot, following a root through soil back to seed, glistening, arcing and buried. She intends to pillage a helix from the gods...View all