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371 pages, Hardcover
First published October 2, 2018
You are far from simple. You are a little universe. You are the wet and pulsing distillation of stars, a house of light made bipedal and carbon-based, temporary and infinite. You are also the void.
Cartographers used to write on maps, “Here be dragons,” when they reached places beyond their known world. When humans touch the void, they say, “Here is magic.”
His mom was a witch. For real. As he had found out definitively, just before he swore off the booze and the drugs. He'd always thought she was being melodramatic when she told him about witch stuff. Then he was kidnapped by some angry otters and his shape-shifting father/sperm donor stepped in to save him, along with his mother. He only lost a toe. Her particular talent was hexes, though she preferred giving her enemies a good old-fashioned shit-kicking. Curses tended to bite you in the ass, she'd told him, and weren't nearly as satisfying as physically throttling someone.