From the back cover
Tom is an orphan, his parents lost during a train derailment many springs ago. Luckily, he was found by nun Delaney, who brought him aboard the Sanct Train, where he would grow up to become a useful member of the Colonies. But not all seems right. One day, Tom experiences a distant memory, a vision unlike any other. Was it sent by God or was it a sign of the rot?
After he announces his vision to the world, the nuns, fearing for his soul and the soul of the other wards, send him to the Magistrate for trial. Moments before he is acquitted, Tom’s mouth opens and he is sentenced to the Asylum – a mental hospital from where there is no escape, save the escape of death.
Or is there?
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The book has around 116.000 pages or about one quarter of a Sanderson.
Oh, yes. And Wonder, which is in another category altogether.
Samples from the book
Her eyes weren’t blue after all. It was only a trick of the light. Screeching brakes, if it wasn’t the loveliest shade of purple he had ever seen. Like the picture of the sunset over the Archipelago of Hope in nun Delaney’s office. Tom wanted to stare, but his eyes began to close, an unyielding drowsiness taking hold of him, forcing him towards the other side.
He knew he should ask for her help. Perhaps there is some Magic or Wonder that could help him. But the only thing he could keep in his mind were two words. Impossible girl. Impossible girl. Impossible girl…
“Before I return you to the True Land, I bequeath onto you my name, the responsibility of keeping it safe, hidden from the world. My Maighistir, I am your Aodach Iongnadh, your partner in the Half World, your guide through the Ethereal. It is with my name that we become one and unite in purpose and power.” Her voice was full of compassion and love. A shame it was too late for him. The engine was finally out of steam. Hell, it was a nice way to go.
By the time the tattoo artist finished and all four of them made it to the Lenses district, the sun was already setting behind Dachaigh. The Lenses were one of the more interesting parts of Tàlant. Almost every house had an observatory on one of the corners, an astronomer’s lens pointed at Dachaigh or a particular point in space.
The streets were wide, the cobblestones swept clean, beautiful street lights already illuminating the two-story buildings. Commerce took a strange turn here. While the Hub had magical and Wonderous stores, filled with incredible wares, here they specialized in sandwiches. Strange, foul-smelling – sometimes plain disgusting – sandwiches.
Beans and jam on rye? Raw barley with mashed corn? One of the shops even had moldy bread listed as their specialty!