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344 pages, Softcover
First published July 25, 2024
L.B. Hazelthorn (they/them) is an editor, artist, and author of strange fictions. Born in an Australian cane town and home-schooled by fanatical doomsdayers, they spent the first few chapters of their future memoir learning Latin and becoming way too interested in medieval guilds.
Their short works and poetry are published and forthcoming in various corners of the universe, such as Aniko Press Magazine and Aurealis. They currently live in lutruwita/Tasmania with multiple offspring and a kitchen full of long-suffering ferns.
The gods walked between the animal world and human forms, fluid as the Nile. Just as simple to believe in a hundred gods as one, if you’re going to believe in something, and even the Greeks—who questioned all things seen and unseen, space and time and existence—they sat down to eat, and bowed their heads to the household shrine. You have to believe something, even if it’s only for a moment.
He spoke like a clean incision, an inflection that might have been French and might have been mockery. He returned to his work. It wasn’t that he didn’t have anything to say, she realised. He simply had nothing to say to her.