Long ago, in an era that can now be found only in books, people could glimpse traces of the gods’ existence. But what catastrophe brought that age to an end? The world fell asleep in the calamity. The children were the first to wake from their dreams, and they began learning to stand on their own. Were the gods on the mountain still fast asleep? In the lake of dreams lay the beginning of everything, and the final end. Unusual people across the land are gathering together, continuing their adventures. After a deep, deep sleep, people opened their eyes. Beneath the sunlight, Lux was still seated on the shoulder of the sacred statue, watching Cassian. Old dreams seeped into the chaos of approaching wakefulness. After a deep, deep sleep, this time Cassian opened his eyes and looked at Lux. (An unconventional Western fantasy, with a male-male couple. If that’s not your thing, please steer clear.) (New author, so the writing may be rough.)
