博客來Ah, traveler... come closer. Sit by the fire. Hear my story.
Once, I was a khazi - a holy warrior sworn to the tenets of my faith. But the gods cursed me with an unnatural hunger for blood. So I hunted the wicked, telling myself that if I killed only the deserving, I could still be a righteous man.
One night, I was hunting a woman who murdered children.
She delayed her end by telling me stories. Of mad sultans and eldritch abominations. Of fallen angels and doomed cities. And with every tale, I began to wonder whether I was her executioner - or her audience.
Inspired by gnostic mythology and rich with the wonder of the Arabian Nights, Death Hymns of Homara is a tale of cursed saints, biblically accurate angels, and the human cost of divine meddling.
