![]() ![]() In order to prevent the spread of the bramble, many lose their heads to the cloaked executioners of Khaim. ![]() The bramble is a creeping, choking menace that has covered majestic ancient cities, and felled civilizations. For the use of magic comes with a side effect: it creates bramble. In Khaim, that price is your head if you’re found using it. A world of glittering memories and a desperate present, where everyone uses a little magic, and someone else always pays the price. In paired novellas, award-winning authors Tobias Buckell and Paolo Bacigalupi explore a shared world where magic is forbidden and its use is rewarded with the axe. Monuments to people who loved magic too much. A little at first, and then more- until whole cities are dragged down under tangling vines and empires lie dead, ruins choked by bramble forest. It sprouts in tilled fields and in neighbors’ roof beams, thrusts up from between street cobbles, and bursts forth from sacks of powdered spice. But someone else will pay.Įvery time a spell is cast, a bit of bramble sprouts, sending up tangling vines, bloody thorns, and threatening a poisonous sleep. Dust jacket and interior illustrations by J. ![]()
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