The Heretic's Guide to Homecoming, Book One by Sienna Tristen

Author:Sienna Tristen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: literary fantasy, coming of age, lyrical, mythopoeic, character driven, anxiety, queerplatonic, mental health, mythology, asexual, bildungsroman
Publisher: Molewhale Press
Published: 2018-04-26T00:00:00+00:00

Soon the plains lost their smoothness and the caravans trundled on through foothills and farmland, the wide staircases of terrace fields rising skyward, long grasses spooling over their steps like emerald thread. The blue ridge of a mountain range loomed up from the horizon, peaks shrouded in cloud; Chalisto’s Belt, Kharoun called it, beyond which lay the turquoise waters of the Iphigene Sea. Amimna told Ronoah that the city of Thesopole, the setting for so many Chiropolene classics, was said to have sat right at the edge of the water before being lost in a storm so strong it pushed the mountain range up from the ground like a wrinkle in cloth. Ronoah watched it get closer by the day, and tried to imagine a storm powerful enough to pull those peaks to such heights, and could not fathom it.

“What caused it?” he asked her once. “The storm, I mean.”

“The same thing that caused your Ravaging, probably,” she replied. “Anger. Or love.”

Ronoah thought of Hexiphines and Kourrania, thought of their mothers, of the crushing love of the sea, and figured Amimna was probably right.

The appearance of Chalisto’s Belt meant that Ronoah and Reilin’s travels with the Tellers were coming to an end. Soon the path would split in half, one road veering north en route to Aeonna, the other continuing right up to the mountains themselves, snaking through to the water on the other side. When it did, it would be time to say their goodbyes. Ronoah was seized by all sorts of feelings on the matter. After near-on a month riding with the Tellers, he had finally begun getting used to it, and even though he knew, logically, that there had always been a predestined ending to their time together, some part of him had convinced itself that ending was much farther away. He thought he would have some time to enjoy the sense of normalcy he had only just established, but now it was going to be swept to the ditches to make room for—for what? What did Reilin have in store for them next? A new spontaneity, a new anti-plan, a new way of living to try and adjust to all over again. He wasn’t sure whether the flip in his stomach came from anticipation or apprehension—both were equally plausible.

What was more, the way the Tellers spoke of parting ways was dreadfully final. Ronoah was no stranger to leaving things behind, and it was sensible to act as if they would never meet again, being that the Tellers never stayed in one place long enough to be tracked down. But still, the inevitability of it all cut him low. He pushed his sadness to the side when he remembered that once the Tellers reached Aeonna, they would also be losing Tycho, as the girl finally made it to the city her gods had beckoned her to. In a matter of weeks their party would be halved, and no matter how Kharoun laughed about the return of peace

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