Substance: A Hypersigil

Time is volumetric. You see only the present, but I have seen the recurrences.A condemned man walks into a desert no one survives.He has no name anyone remembers— not even himself. Falsely accused and sentenced for a wrong he did not do, he chooses trial by desert over the gallows, and the waste spits him back out changed, carrying a secret older than the Collegia and their warring tongues. What follows is a pilgrimage across a world where magick is chemistry, the gods have many names, and every rare substance hides a deadly use behind a common face.Three lives bend toward the same point: a nameless wanderer schooled in forbidden arts, a paladin sealed inside living clay that is slowly devouring the man within, and a giant of immense strength and immovable conviction, dragged toward a destiny far larger than the simple life he wanted. Their roads converge on Chimera— a coastal city in the grip of the Astrologers and their cold Chief Magician, who has been reading fate in dissolved bone and stolen time, and who intends to build the last weapon the world will ever need.Substance: A Hypersigil is a secondary-world fantasy that reads like alchemy itself— eleven substances, eleven chapters, each one a transformation. Equal parts adventure, occult puzzle-box, and meditation on causality and recurrence, it announces a strange and ambitious new voice in fantasy. Read more