博客來What happens when the world calls you sacred before you ever learn to be a person?
J.M. Errevale was fourteen when his first and only book was published. It crowned him a prodigy. Then chained him to prophecy.
Now, in a small Lozére chapel, the sisters kneel for his words and the priests anoint the ground he walks, waiting for prophecies he’s never heard.
But Errevale never asked to be holy. He only asked to be. And with each passing year, the chapel sees him less as the boy found abandoned at their steps and more as a body destined for God.
Through tear-stained manuscript pages and haunted cassette tapes, Errevale’s world unravels into scripture and screams muffled by the feathers forced down his throat.
Feather Tongue is a gothic tale of body and faith, devotion and desecration, where to be loved is to be consumed, and the cost of sanctity is nothing less than the self.
