The Colors of Alemeth
A mother who fled a cult. A son marked by a prophecy. An Institution that decides what may be remembered.
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In a city where the Institution of Faith decides what people may wear, say, and remember, a child is born with glowing hair.
Bethel knows what it means. Years ago she left the Umbra, the secret society living in the sewers of Carmel, and for years she has hidden what she read in a forbidden scroll: a prophecy about a boy with unmistakable signs. Now the whole city has seen her son glow. And everyone wants him: the Institution, the Umbra Council, and the Defectio, the niche the Umbra itself cast out, which prays to a god of fire.
To protect him, Bethel will have to return to the underworld she swore to forget.
Full of rituals, codes, and a faith that watches everything, The Colors of Alemeth is a dark fantasy about the cost of protecting someone, about who writes the prophecies, and about what we agree to believe in order to survive.
The Red Glow
“Don’t let them see the red,” I whispered to the bishop.
He nodded, a barely noticeable movement, and covered my son’s head with the corner of the white linen sheet. His footsteps echoed down the nave of the cathedral and nearly drowned out the noise coming from Beatitude Square.
Carmel Cathedral was enormous but almost empty. The long benches of polished wood stretched from the massive gold doors to the altar. Along the side walls, in gilded niches, stood the most beautiful and most tormented saints, decked in jewels and expensive cloth.
Behind the altar, the apse was filled by a colossal stained-glass window showing the Prophet, bloodied and on his knees…