博客來On the island of eternal grief
Even the gods have died a thousand deaths
My name is Anawar, and I am an immortal explorer. A few days ago, I was stranded on Sawarrgh, an island where everything looks twisted and the air smells of mourning. The atmosphere has forced suppressed memories to resurface. I have to consciously keep them at bay, or I won’t be able to survive this island’s horrors.
There’s Ghaph, the mad warmongering god who mutilates his enemies and patches on their dismembered limbs. Then there’s Ndraja, the goddess who can enslave entire kingdoms with just her thoughts. But the worst is the nameless Goddess who created Sawarrgh a millennium ago, caging it in a barrier that reverses time, forcing the island to relive the same year over and over.
Sawarrgh is a nightmare come alive. Here, existence itself is a curse. The living are barely alive. The stranded, condemned.
I need to escape this island, and in doing so, free Sawarrgh from its perpetual punishment.
And the only way to do that is to kill the Goddess.
Elden Ring meets A Fistful of Dollars in this stand-alone horror grimdark fantasy
What to expect:- A Thought-Provoking Tale of Grief & Loss
- The Darkest Story I’ve Written So Far
- Morbid, Absurd, Existential, & Brutal
- God-Level Violence and Horror
- Grimdark Fantasy
- Body Horror
- ★★★★★ ＂I found the premise of the story fantastic and the presentation rich in detail.＂ - Paul G Zareith, SFF Insiders
- ★★★★★ ＂Ronit lays his soul bare with incredible skill, the grief raw and piercing.＂ - Michael Delaney, Wolfmantula
