Book Nanoreviews: Heaven's Graveyard, The Infinite State, and The Demon Star

Heaven's Graveyard by Grace Curtis

Heaven's Graveyard does a couple of unusual things for secondary world fantasy. First, it is set in a modern, industrialised world. It closely resembles the late 1920s/early 1930s in our world in both technology and geopolitics, with creaky automobiles, well-developed industrialisation, and simmering tensions between major powers suggesting a war might break out at any point. Second, it is set in the same world as Grace Curtis's previous book, Idolfire, but is not a sequel: it is in fact set 2,000 years later. Familiarity with Idolfire might add some marginal accents you'd miss if you haven't read it—the key initial motivating factor for our main character is trying to find evidence that the main character of Idolfire is real—but it really is marginal. And the accent could just as easily work the other way; a bit of context is added to Idolfire if you've read Heaven's Graveyard beforehand. Both of these things work very well for me; the worldbuilding is tight and compelling. The glint of largely absent magic in the background and some fine reflections on the nature of religion and belief add to the picture.

So the book initially looks like it will be an archaeological mystery: what happened in the past and can our main character, Cod, prove it? It quite quickly morphs into a murder mystery and then, about halfway through, takes a quite hard left turn into quite tense geopolitical drama: the whole thing feels a bit like lesbian nerd Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Typically for Curtis, however, the focus is not on the broader political ructions or big action sequences. Instead, the personal stakes and motivations of the core cast take centre stage.

In her previous work, I found that the personal, almost-cozy tone pulled in a different direction to the nuanced characterisation and often quite spiky, borderline cynical thematic and plot elements. Happily, four books in, Curtis has the tonal register working in harmony with all the other elements of this excellent book. This is in large part down to Cod's own spiky persona: unapologetically neurodiverse, relatable, and a bit of a mess at the same time as being extremely accomplished. A secondary plot focused on her family works fantastically to add depth and history to Cod's character. All of this is delivered—as I've come to expect from Curtis—in fabulous, evocative prose. Ultimately a hugely impressive novel from an author really hitting her stride.

Nerd Coefficient: 8/10.

The Infinite State by Richard Swan

The Infinite State is an unfortunately topical book. Unfortunate, because it's about life under a fascist space empire and the compromises and sacrifices necessary to even imperfectly rebel against it, and those seem like vital themes right now. The book opens with the death of the head of a government-linked megacorporation, and the possibilities and vulnerabilities that that death opens up for his wife, Katherine. In particular, the key plot driver is her plan to buy a planet for colonisation from the galactic UN-equivalent and set up a less repressive state. Hers is one of three points of view, the others being Julian, a naïve foreign driver working in the fascist state without asking too many questions, and Cyprian, a cynical, burned-out cop both complicit in and deeply contemptuous of the state's repression. Right from the start, the atmosphere is impeccably crafted. Pretty much every single character is just waiting for the Sword of Damocles to fall; every action courts suspicion, and even the most paranoid worries have some risk of coming true. It's also a deeply patriarchal and misogynistic setting, with open homophobia and heavy coercion for women to have as many children as possible.

Unsurprisingly, given the pretty grim setup, the characters are all generally contemptible in a quite compelling way. Katherine and Joseph start the book as privileged idiots who are shocked when the fash come for them too, while Cyprian and a number of other supporting characters are smart, broken functionaries within the system who commit evil in its name all the while seething—with varying degrees of impotence—to do something about it. So far, so promising, but there really is something quite lacking in its execution as a complete story.

The plot is thin and frayed almost to breaking point in places, unable to support the events and character development that hang off it. Swan jumps from (nicely done) set piece to set piece without much explanation. Some key plot events happen in an incredibly (in both senses of the word) easy manner, given the fascist state's otherwise tight control. Similarly, the worldbuilding elements outside the state—some of which are plot-critical—really don't quite make sense. The Infinite State is the first in a series, and I'm sure some of these elements will be developed later, but as a standalone proposition the book suffers from these deficiencies. A bit more thought and 50 or 100 additional pages adding character depth and connective tissue between major events really would have helped. As it is, the book leaves us in a place where I'm interested enough in the characters and in what comes next that I'm keen to read the next book, but with just a bit more attention (much of it editorial, rather than authorial, I think) we could have had something more impressive than the perfectly adequate baseline the published book presents us with.

Nerd Coefficient: 6/10.

The Demon Star by Jesse Aragon

The Demon Star is an entertainingly gonzo dark science fantasy romp. We open on a shattered, hostile world with a few outposts of civilization doing only very slightly better than bare survival. These outposts have competing religious beliefs about gods and demons who must be appeased and/or fought as the case may be. Every so often there is a "harvest" where the gods descend and take people away who are never seen again, particularly those psychically talented. We expand from this setup to a slightly cosmic-horror-tinged plot of revenge, revolution, and pretty large helpings of violence. Although it isn't on the cover copy and isn't, from what I've been able to tell, what the author has said are her influences, I get strong impressions of R. Scott Bakker as written by C. S. Friedman: a dark science fantasy that isn't quite grimdark in the specific early 2000s mode.

I'm a fan of science fantasy done well, and the atmosphere and tone Aragon serves up are both great. Our two main point of view characters—a woman who was supposed to be harvested living on the fringes of the biggest city on the planet and an alcoholic, tortured priest of the city's religion—are compromised in a lot of ways, but interesting enough to maintain one's attention. There are several twists throughout that aren't quite unexpected (there are appropriate hints of what's coming) but do a good job escalating the stakes and the scope of the world.

The prose is largely straightforward, but with an appealing gothic tint to it that really works for the subject matter. The problem, though, is that it really, really doesn't feel like a complete work. Crucial character dynamics we're expected to pretty quickly care about are doled out largely in "as you know" asides or brief flashbacks. This means that key character developments feel occasionally unearned or incoherent. Similarly, several crucial bits of the political setup that undergirds both the societies in the setting and the conflict that erupts partway through are sketched so briefly as to be inadequate. Even moreso than was the case for The Infinite State, the skeleton of plot we're given just isn't sufficient to bear the weight of the characterisation and worldbuilding hung off it. There's so much that feels missing that one gets the impression of a duology cut down to a single volume in the editorial process. Again, this may well be more an editorial than an authorial issue. Either way, The Demon Star has enough glimmers of real interest and talent that I'm interested in what Aragon writes next, but for me at least does not come close to fully realising that potential.

Nerd Coefficient: 6/10.

References:

Curtis, Grace. Heaven's Graveyard [DAW Books, 2026].

Swan, Richard. The Infinite State [Tor, 2026].

Aragon, Jesse. The Demon Star [DAW Books, 2026].

POSTED BY: Eddie Clark. Professional nerd by day, amateur nerd by night. @dreddieclark.bsky.social

Film Microreview: The Last House

Coronavirus allegories are needed in film, but this is the wrong allegory

At the start of this decade, when mass quarantine briefly reduced the footprint of human activity on the world, the meme “Nature is healing” achieved viral popularity. In the new Netflix movie The Last House, the premise seems to be: “Nature is healing… BUT AT WHAT COST?”

It all starts when the creatures of the sea revolt against humanity’s predation (there are a lot of references to dead fish in this movie) and weaponize the water cycle to produce a special type of water that seals houses hermetically. Their revenge comes in the form of a continuous rain that coats houses in a self-reparing layer, keeping people locked inside. The plot of the movie follows a suburban family (whose hobbies and interests are a bit too obviously gender-coded) as they find themselves forced to work together, contributing their respective talents, so they can survive with the food they have until they figure out how to force their front door open.

The movie is sharply divided in two parts: at the beginning, this family deals with their situation with a light-hearted attitude—at times too light-hearted, as if it wanted to be a comedy. The second part abruptly becomes survival horror when the neighbors start dying of starvation and it’s revealed that there are big, scary creatures lurking in the rain, and they can unlock the doors whenever they want.

Movies about the collective trauma of the coronavirus pandemic were to be expected, but it’s strange that they have been so few. In The Last House, an even bigger strangeness is that, while it’s unafraid to explore directly the psychological toil of a worldwide crisis that forced us to stay apart from each other, the movie’s attention is aimed at the isolation, not at the underlying crisis. Translating the allegory back into real life, it seems to be saying that the real disaster wasn’t so much the widespread infection as the quarantine, that the generation-defining scar we’ll carry forever isn’t the count of possibly tens of millions of deaths, but rather, having had to stay indoors for some months. This is a movie that wants to say something about a tragedy but prefers to focus on a related inconvenience.

This attitude is noticeable in the way the parents try to keep the kids occupied during the first weeks of isolation. Helpfully for the scope of the plot, phone and internet service is lost immediately, but somehow electricity, water and gas keep functioning for far longer. This family happens to own just two DVDs that they rewatch a sickening number of times: Annie and Air Force One, a melodrama about finding a home for a child and a hyper-patriotic thriller structured like a home invasion movie. Such choice of allusions reveals The Last House’s conservative stance: the priority is to safeguard a home for the kids, and prolonged separation denies them a proper childhood. This echoes the real-life argument that mandatory quarantine was an invasion of personal freedom. Nevermind that, in the world of The Last House, the weird rain has also conjured tentacled horrors that kill anyone who makes it outside. The movie heavily implies that Homo sapiens is to blame for the suffering of sea creatures, but our heroes’ response in the end is to wield those big brains and opposable thumbs to hunt and kill sea creatures.

So the elements for a story that comments on the early 2020s are there: people can’t leave their houses, the outside world has a mysterious deadly enemy, and the feeling of powerlessness is stressful for everyone. But it has its commentary backwards: in real life, being confined indoors was a solution, not the problem. The problem was that the virus made physical socialization dangerous, and isolation was what we decided to do to protect each other. In the movie, isolation is treated as the problem, an excessive punishment on humankind imposed by monsters, and protecting each other means finding a way to break the forced isolation.

The Last House works better when it feels small, when it cares about the value of mutual care and the cumulative weight of uncertainty. But it mutates into a power fantasy for doomsday preppers, with confusing editing and quick flashing lights during action scenes that detract from the emotional content. And again, it mistakes the nature of the crisis it’s trying to talk about. This is not the right way to contribute to collective catharsis. This is a reassuring pat on the back for those who whined that quarantine was an unacceptable affront that needed to be opposed with violence.

Nerd Coefficient: 3/10.

POSTED BY: Arturo Serrano, multiclass Trekkie/Whovian/Moonie/Miraculer, accumulating experience points for still more obsessions.

Reading the Ignyte: Outstanding Novella 2026

 A roundup of this year's novella finalists.

The Ignyte Award is always a delight when it rolls around - they are shortlists I love to pore over, to find great recommendations, and to see the things I wanted to have a chance at the spotlight get the recognition they deserve. The structure - where the shortlist is pulled together by a panel but the winner voted on by the public - is a good one especially for highlighting things that are excellent but might not have got quite the widespread appreciation that is recognised in awards that popular vote right from the off, while still retaining the popular vote for the joy of getting to be involved in an award.

I unfortunately don't have time this year to cover all of their shortlists (though bangers there are to be found in every single category), but I did want to take a moment to look at one that is pretty close to my heart: the novella.

The six novellas up for the award this year are:

• The Iron Below Remembers, Sharang Biswas (Neon Hemlock)
• Audition for the Fox, Martin Cahill (Tachyon)
• The River Has Roots, Amal El-Mohtar (Tordotcom)
• Psychopomp & Circumstance, Eden Royce (Tordotcom)
• Descent, Wole Talabi (Clarkesworld)

So I thought I'd talk a little about my thoughts on each in turn, and maybe help get a couple of them onto your tbr, if the shortlist hadn't already done so.

The Iron Below Remembers, Sharang Biswas (Neon Hemlock)

I typically get on really well with Neon Hemlock novellas, and The Iron Below Remembers is no exception; in fact, it was one of my top novella reads of 2025. I am extremely happy to see it recognised here.

The story is set in an alternate present, where world history (and colonialism) have gone veeeerrrryy differently, as South Asia colonised the world using their giant mechs. And also where superheroes are real. Why have one difference when you can have two?

Already, cool, interesting, a lot going on. But the thing, is the great thing about this book isn't even the obvious stuff from the blurb and summary: it's the people. Because the narrative is deeply embedded in the perspective of an academic who is dating one of the major superheroes while also working on an archaeological site that might be one of the most important of their time, and which links into the giant mechs and the world's understanding of the superheroes. And he's also just enormously in love with (and anxious about) his hot superhero boyfriend. This is a man at the crux of a lot of different stressors, and someone clearly dealing with a lot of emotions and pressure and uncertainty, and he is intensely compelling as a viewpoint character. It's his skillful characterisation that renders so much of the outlandish content of the plot comprehensible and real to the reader, and which takes all the enormous quantity of Stuff and, without trivialising any of it or taking away from the weight it has in the sense of a wider world, making it feel like a single, coherent story that fits within this single, novella-sized package.

It's incredibly well done, and the sort of thing that seems impossible until you read it. An absolute joy of a book, and one I'd wholeheartedly recommend and be glad to see win.

Audition for the Fox, Martin Cahill (Tachyon)

Another entry from a smaller publisher, Audition for the Fox is a delightful read that I found very hard to put down. It tackles a pretty weighty subject matter, but manages to romp through it at speed without ever undermining the seriousness of the topic, and to hand-wave and imply a depth of worldbuilding, without letting the story get bogged down in details.

The novella follows Nesi, an acolyte hoping to serve one of the 99 gods of the world, but who has failed in her previous 96 petitions. Faced with the remaining gods of war, assassination or mischief, she picks the one that seems least intimidating and prays to the fox god to let her take their trial. They agree, and send her back in time to revisit a turning point in her people's history, under the occupation of an imperial force that Nesi knows will, later, be thrown off, but has to face in reality herself now.

Interspersed through this story are folk tales of the gods, told in a war that feels very true to mythical narratives, and to how people tell stories, and about what.

Between the two halves, it's a book very much about culture, about what survives, and why, and especially religion, myth and the stories about the gods. Religion in fantasy isn't always done well, but I think this is one that manages to grasp the pieces that matter, without getting too into the weeds on the cosmology and distracting from having a pacy, direct narrative that satisfies with the sort of closure it feels like the story sets up with its opening.

Another one I enjoyed a great deal, and would be glad to see as a winner.

The River Has Roots, Amal El-Mohtar (Tordotcom)

This is the only overlap between the Ignyte shortlist and the Hugo, and several other awards besides, as El-Mohtar has been receiving praise in plenty for The River Has Roots. It's also one of the two Tordotcom novellas on this list, a publisher that often does well, and even dominates, the awards for the form.

What can I say that others haven't already? That I haven't already? It's a good book. I had a really good time reading it, way back away when it originally came out. It's based on a traditional folk song (a murder ballad called The Bonny Swans... spoilers it's not a happy fun nobody-gets-hurt type of song or book), and El-Mohtar does a great job carrying through the tone of the song into the prose and the atmosphere of the book. It's a bit of cliché to call someone's prose "lyrical", but sometimes it really is just the most apt term - here is such a time. It's not that it's rhyming or going full iambic or anything, but there feels something of the weight and melody of a song in there in the way she handles her language.

Language is also at the forefront when it comes to the magic of the world too, based as it is on (and called) Grammar. Don't go in expecting something fully systematised; it ain't that kind of story, and to my mind all the better for it (the wiki-isation of everything, and especially things that ought to be magical and mysterious, is where fun goes to die). It's slippery about its specifics, but that's fine, because the sort of story its evoking, the sort of folk-tale, isn't one that has ever been there for clarity of system. You just have to roll with it. What El-Mohtar creates feels sufficiently intuitively valid to facilitate such rotations.

My one quibble with this one is, having read it a good 18 months ago, is that it has drifted somewhat out of my memory in the interim. It has left a vague - and good - impression, but not a clear or lasting one, and it doesn't feel like a story with a long legacy beyond its initial impact. I still like it, I still had a great time reading it, and I would still support it for the win, but it means it's not my top pick from this (very good) selection.

Psychopomp & Circumstance, Eden Royce (Tordotcom)

This is the first of the shortlist I hadn't read beforehand, and what a delight it was to encounter. 

This is a Southern Gothic historical story, following a young woman named Phee St. Margaret in the town of New Charleston as she chafes under the expectations her mother and her society places on her, especially because of her gender. She is unwillingly resigned to the idea of marriage, though not to the likely suitor she sees on the horizon... until word comes that her mother's estranged sister has passed away, and someone needs to accept the role of "pomp" for her. Phee seizes this opportunity for an escape, however brief, and the chance to prove to her family that she can do things herself, be independent, take responsibility, and be something more than a prospective wife.

While I don't always love coming of age stories, this one is just as much about duty and about the tangles of imperfect families, uncovering the history of the conflict between Phee's mother and aunt, as well as the feelings Phee has about her own limited contact with an aunt she wishes she could have loved closer. And those are things I do enjoy deeply. It has the sort of mess that feels like it really would cause a family rift, and the reasons too why it would have stayed covered up, as well as the warmth of family feeling that makes it so hard to unpack the hurts that go back years.

It also has a beautifully immediate voice, settling into the character of Phee right from the go, and charming the reader with her mixture of naivety and independence, her charm and her caution and her determination.

In a year when many Tordotcom novellas have found their way onto shortlists, I found myself wishing this one had been on far more of them: it does a lot of what Tor can be really good at, and with an individuality and presence that makes its own argument for its place in the honours. It's a book I'm extremely glad to have picked up, and one I'd gladly see win.

Descent, Wole Talabi (Clarkesworld)

And now for something rather different. Where everything else is a print novella, Descent is from an online magazine. Where everything else is, more or less, fantasy, Descent is SF. Where everything else is standalone, Descent is part of a wider series called the Sauútiverse. And, unfortunately, where I really liked everything else, Descent did not entirely work for me.

As a caveat, I have read no other entries into the Sauútiverse, and I don't know if knowing more about it would have affected my reading of the work, though it felt very much a standalone, and one I never felt confused by or lacking key information. Indeed, the existence of a wider series I think made the reading experience better: there's a clear depth (ha) to the worldbuilding here, that implies a wider scale and sense of understanding than can be conveyed in a single novella, but gives what is in the novella a richness.

And I enjoyed a lot of the broader aims of what it was doing, especially around how it presented a paradigm of knowledge and scientific method other than "write papers", one that relies on the oral and the verbal. I was, as I read, deeply interested in the world, especially culturally, as Talabi presented a set of interacting cultures with their interrelated tensions, snobberies and resentments. The problem I had was with the nature of the story itself, which follows a pioneering scientist on a mission to find tangible evidence for his theory on the nature of the planet he lives on, and to disprove his mother's theories. As such, this is a story that does spend a lot of time on the specifics of theory and state of the world, in a way that feels somewhat akin to (though sometimes different from) more traditional hard SF, which alas is just not my jam. The science is interesting, though for me it struggled both on a point that didn't make sense to me (though that might be because I don't know enough about the mechanics of gas giant planets), and because the science as the focus meant that the more emotional angles of the story - the ones upon which a lot of the drama of the ending rests - felt a little neglected. The emotional crescendo of the final sequence just didn't hit for me.

There are moments when it comes close, and when Talabi deploys some banger lines like "the boundary condition of all knowledge is faith". But it just doesn't quite pull together, in the end. Interesting enough that I would pick up another story in the series, but not I think the one I want to win from this otherwise stacked shortlist.

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And so, there we have it. My broad conclusion is: this is a really strong shortlist, one that covers a variety of angles and styles within the genre, and which delivers strongly especially on distinctive voice: these are stories you could read and know them by their words in a moment. Whether that's lyrical, poetic prose evoking a murder ballad, scientific specificity tinged by the wonder of faith, or a world that diverged wildly from the one we know, each of them has a clear sense not just of the story it wants to tell, but the way it wants to tell it, and the determination that each part is just as important as the other. And I love it.

The great thing about the Ignyte has, so far, been its ability to provide such a consistently high standard and variety in its shortlists. I see no evidence that that has changed, and indeed, it seems like the award continues to go from strength to strength if the novella slate for 2026 is anything to go by.

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POSTED BY: Roseanna Pendlebury, the humble servant of a very loud cat. @chloroformtea.bsky.social

Book Review: Victory City by Salman Rushdie

A profound commentary on the construction of Indian identity

This much we know to be true:

During the era that we in the West call the 14th century, the brothers Hakka and Bukka, of the Sangama clan, fled the Delhi Sultanate and went southward. After crossing the Krishna River, in the region that corresponds to present-day Karnataka, they built a city that would grow to become the capital of a great empire. They called this city Vijayanagara, which is Sanskrit for “victory city.” The civilization that developed there was immensely prosperous and cosmopolitan, admired by travelers from as far as Venice and Portugal, who wrote of its religious tolerance, exquisite architecture and abundant riches.

It was a society of poets, scholars and merchants, which for three centuries controlled most of southern India until the neighboring sultanates in the Deccan plateau joined forces, attacked the empire and destroyed its capital. While it lasted, the Vijayanagara Empire was a hotbed of cultural fusion where half a dozen languages coexisted and reached memorable heights of literary refinement, and where women enjoyed more freedom than anywhere else in medieval India.

But in every history there are lacunae, events that escaped memory, people whose achievements weren’t written down. In those blank spaces of the historical record, Salman Rushdie weaves the threads of his imagination and creates the vast epic that is his novel Victory City. By retelling history in the style of myth, he gives us a timeless portrait of India as he has dreamed it, a land of infinite creativity and glorious diversity that has often had to endure the curse of narrow-minded rulers who can only conceive of one correct way of living. More than a political allegory, Victory City is a prayer addressed to the future.

The novel’s main fictional addition to the historical account is the character of Pampa Kampana, a divinely gifted woman who witnesses the two and a half centuries of Vijayanagara’s splendor. She presides over the city’s birth and lives to watch in despair as it is destroyed. Across four successive dynasties, she becomes prophetess, fugitive, queen, spy, grandmother, witch, conspirator, saint, soldier, thief, chronicler and survivor. She brings the city to life by summoning it from the depths of the earth and growing it like a plant. Spawned without a history, the city comes already formed, with houses and streets not made by human hand, and with fully-grown inhabitants without ancestry, identity or any idea of how to live. So Pampa uses her magic to give them fabricated memories. People need to know who they are and where they come from, even if it’s a lie.

This bit of magical realism contains an astute observation from Rushdie: modern India often resorts to made-up narratives to tell itself its history and identity. Under Narendra Modi’s ultranationalist regime, the official version of India’s past has been entangled with authoritarian control of information, us/them revisionism, literalist readings of mythology, ethnic supremacy, fanatical patriotism, normalization of sectarian violence, science denial, entrenchment of a monoculture, sanitization of the caste system, patriarchal propaganda, and erasure of Muslim achievements.

Rushdie has in mind the difficulty of presenting any faithful and honest rendition of the facts, and this is acknowledged in the composition of the novel itself: an unnamed narrator tells us that the text of Victory City is a prose version of Pampa’s much more elegant narration in Sanskrit verse, which we don’t get to see. This is an instance of the literary device of the found manuscript, as employed in Don Quixote, and the novel’s first paragraph is addressed at the reader in a tone that echoes Don Quixote’s introduction.

From time to time this narrator reminds us that we’re not learning these events from an eyewitness point of view, but only as filtered through rewriting, translation and abridgement. There’s no moral judgment of Pampa’s use of fiction to create the history of Vijayanagara; in fact, the text’s self-professed nature seems to be saying that any version of history a society chooses to accept will always be mediated by someone’s account of it. It’s a sharp irony that, when Pampa tries to explain to the people that their history was an invention, they insist that it really happened they way they learned it. The subtext is that it’s not a bad thing that all identity is constructed; knowing this fact actually empowers you to choose how you construct it.

Pampa is very aware of the type of society she came from: a rigid patriarchy divided by religious allegiances. Her constant struggle as her miraculous city’s caretaker is to steer its people, be it explicitly or in secret, toward a way of life that values openness, harmony, pluralism, learning, and equality. But time after time, her efforts are opposed by strongmen who define themselves in reference to some designated enemy and waste the empire’s wealth in campaigns of conquest to feed their vanity, or priests who won’t listen to women and seek to enforce their favored form of devotion as the only authorized form of devotion. Like the best speculative literature, this is an imagined country that speaks with calculated precision about the real one.

Rushdie has been a frequent critic of religious extremism, on both sides of the Indian partition. He has the scars to prove he knows what he’s talking about. The land of wonders depicted in Victory City is a vision of the freedom India could achieve, in some other century, in another life.

Nerd Coefficient: 10/10.

Reference: Rushdie, Salman. Victory City [Random House, 2023].

POSTED BY: Arturo Serrano, multiclass Trekkie/Whovian/Moonie/Miraculer, accumulating experience points for still more obsessions.

Review: w0rldtr33, collected volume 1 by Fernando Blanco and James Tynion IV

This is not your internet

I picked up w0rldtr33 because of the cover, the creators behind it (Tynion is always a draw for me) and because I was in the mood for something contemporary with tech and guns and people with phones.

The story can best be introduced along the following lines: Gabriel and his friends were teenage tech geeks in the early days of the internet. As they built their own networks, hacked newly emerging systems and generally fucked around, they discovered the Undernet, a hidden architecture to the internet and possibly something more, something deeper. They charted their explorations on a message board called W0RLDTR33. Then it all went wrong. 20 years ago, Gabriel and the others sealed the Undernet away for good. Or so they thought. They were wrong.

Told both in the past and now, this is full-blown horror. This first collected volume hints at some deeply “other” stuff. This isn’t the internet of conspiracies or monsters from myth; this is something different. Tynion and Blanco are in full horror territory here and it’s of the cosmic variety. Honestly I wasn’t quite ready—the opening pages are in technothriller territory with a sense that the secret architecture could be a government agency/conspiracy theory landscape, but, a little like it does for the characters, then it all goes wrong.

I mean that in a good way and there’ll be no more about the actual story here except to say it sits comfortably in the Event Horizon/Hellblazer space (at least in vibes), is gruesome, nasty and very, very bloody.

The story is well executed, and wrong-footed me on a couple of crucial occasions in a good way. w0rldtr33 is clearly looking to do something different with its tropes and its themes, and I welcome that commitment to telling the story slightly differently.

For me horror thrives when, like any genre, it’s in conversation with themes and topics that can be hard to discuss without metaphor. w0rldtr33 is absolutely talking about the deleterious impact of algorithms on human culture and individual cognition, but if that sounds a little tiresome, I think this is a good example executed well and using the setting to great effect.

Visually this feels akin to recent horror It Follows (2014) and Dark City (1998) or Talk to Me (2022), perhaps even Unfriended (2014), although this is superior to those. This combination of visuals together with the techno-cosmic-horror theme works really well, even in this first volume where there’s only really enough space to establish the stakes and give hints at where this is going.

The sense that the internet is a bad place is nuanced here—the internet itself, especially given the initial timeframe, is seen as a place of huge potential for good, for communication and community. It’s the Undernet that is the bad place, although what it is and why it’s bad are unclear so far. It’s enough that this is a story in which communication has two sides to it, one which does untold good and one which can do untold evil.

As with any great horror like this, the evil at work is not simply immoral; it is deeply amoral in the sense that it has no morality we can recognise except that its wants and needs are cruel and destructive in execution. Why? Yet to be revealed, and given how adjacent it is to cosmic horror in this tone, it might be simply that whatever lurks in the Undernet is what it is. We’re not going to get a tragic backstory to the supernatural monster(s) waiting for the world here.

The main characters around Gabriel are strongly drawn so far, and I’m looking forward to seeing where they go—they are scarred by their history, the world has changed since they initially locked away the Undernet, and they aren’t ready for what’s unfolding around them. Like Stephen King’s IT, this group of young friends have gone their separate ways since the original events, and that’s largely because of the trauma of what happened. As they come back together now, it is with trepidation, rancour and suspicion—these do not make for good outcomes when faced with a threat no single person can handle alone.

w0rldtr33 is great horror, and highly recommended for anyone who likes the thriller/cosmic horror genre with lashings of gore and people who aren’t ready for what they’re facing.

I do have one criticism, and it’s potentially transient. There is one character who spends all her time nude, and is drawn in a way that you’d not be surprised to see as the ideal feminine form for a particular type of cis het male. I cannot see why, at this stage in the story, she’s appearing like this, and it is uncomfortable for reasons that have nothing to do with horror. However, volume 1 is just that, the first 5 issues of the monthly comic, so it’s possible this will have a narrative reason, so I raise it, but caveat that concern with an admission that I don’t know where the story is going. Given that this is about the horror of the internet, a naked woman appearing for the sake of it isn’t really out of place. Yet.

Highlights:

• Great art and colouring
• Cosmic horror!
• Lots of blood and gore

Nerd coefficient: 6/10, a great story so far, lots of unexpected horror and plot, good characters and compelling visuals.

Reference: Tynion, James (writer) and Blanco, Fernando (artist). w0rldtr33 [Image Comics, 2024 - current].

STEWART HOTSTON is an author of all kinds of science fiction and fantasy. He's also a keen Larper (he owns the UK Fest system, Curious Pastimes). He's a sometime physicist and currently a banker in the City of London. A Subjective Chaos, BSFA and BFA finalist he's also Chair of the British Science Fiction Association and Treasurer for the British Fantasy Society. He is on bluesky at: @stewarthotston.com.

Microreview: Kill all Wizards by Jedidiah Berry

An irreverent fantasy novella with a Conan-like protagonist, but with a number of fresh twists and style.

Gotchimus has a problem with wizards. Wizards put a real cramp in his style and his life. He’s a barbarian. He has an eyepatch although even to his friend Hecksley he is not open about what happened to his eye. But with a number of wizards turning up dead, suspicion has fallen on Gotchimus as the cause of the recent spate of death of spell slingers, a barbarian like Gotchimus, even if he has come up in the world of sartorial fashion and manners a bit, is going to be suspected. And he does have a grudge against some of the dead wizards, if not all of them. Untangling Gotchimus’ story is going to take a lot of work, and a lot of wizard deaths.

This is the world and story of Kill all Wizards by Jedidiah Berry.

The perspective and touchstone I want to go with showing you how this story felt like me might feel a bit strange and obscure, but bear with me here. In the 1990’s there was a now not well remembered film adaptation of the detective/superhero comic The Shadow, with Alec Baldwin in the title role. John Lane plays Shiwan Khan, his opposition (and ostensibly the last descendant of Genghis Khan)¹. There is a scene in the movie I want to focus on, where Shiwan Khan and The Shadow have lunch together. They debate philosophy, tactics, and, well, fashion. It’s the classic Dr. No style “the bad guy and the villain have a meal together”. Shiwan Khan reminds me of Gotchimus. He’s trying to learn fashion and manners, but at the end of it, he is a barbarian (the lunch scene ends predictably, with things going to pot).  

In a way, Kill all Wizards captures that vibe from Khan for the story. One minute, he is at the opera and ill-fitting (but trying) in the heart of culture and refinement.² And then the next moment, he is fighting what seems to be a forest god for his life, elegant clothes and put-on manners ditched for doing the more traditional business of a barbarian. The novella, too, recognizes the story and goes a little postmodern with the whole business a number of times, commenting on the action directly to the reader. 

This goes to the point of pointing out that there is an excess of violence and refuses to have that be inflicted on the reader. Thus, the narration of the story is extremely knowing, and sometimes very much tongue in cheek. The narration and tone recognize the reader has likely been down this road before many times and wants to tell the story in a slightly skewed way. Consider the cover image: The cover image in a way tells you that the author is not going to play it exactly straight. It's a good use of the cover art to inform and prepare the reader.

This is not to say that the book doesn’t give you what is on the label. Gotchimus, for a lot of the book, is recounting his adventures, and yes, there is a lot of barbarian action in among the more polished cultural adventures. The polished cultural adventures include the mentioned visit to the opera, and an encounter with the horrid and unkillable beast named Bureaucracy. The wilder adventures have a resonance with exploits of barbarians going all the way back to Conan. 

It’s clear to me that Berry made deliberate references and homages all through the novella and I hesitate to spoil too many of them for a curious reader.  This all resonates with several genres of fantasy beyond just the sword and sorcery, and there is plenty for a well-seasoned fantasy reader to enjoy here. Even for its length and its freshness, I am not sure this is actually even a 101 novella, it's unexpected in its cuts and premises. 

In the midst of all this, finally, the story is queer friendly, readable and doesn’t outstay its welcome. 

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Highlights:

• A classic fantasy story from a delightfully off kilter point of view

• Maybe not the fantasy story you expect, but one that does not outstay its welcome

• Some delightful funny bits, both in manners and in action.

Reference: Berry, Jedediah, Kill All Wizards (Tordotcom, 2025)

¹ Just go with it. Genghis Khan is probably the ancestor of an appreciable fraction of Eurasia thanks to his, um, prolific nature. But on the other hand, even that now is coming in for question as the evidence seems muddled. 

² Is this a Fantasy of Manners? Maybe, to a degree it hits that old subgenre, too. There is evocation of the  subgenre of fantasy (mannerpunk). Although far from its high point, there are still fantasies in this vein being written.... notably the Glamourist Histories by Mary Robinette Kowal run on this sort of Austenian flavored fantasy. Gotchimus’ intrusions into High Society are in this old tradition. 

POSTED BY: Paul Weimer. Ubiquitous in Shadow, but I'm just this guy, you know? @princejvstin.

TV Microreview: Batman: Caped Crusader season 2

Quoth the Joker: “Good. This is good.”

The reimagining of the era-defining Batman: The Animated Series returns for a second season, and much like the second movie in the Nolanverse, this time the story explores what happens to Gotham’s rotten underbelly once Batman starts removing ordinary mobsters from the board. What happens, as you’ll remember from The Dark Knight, is that a more devious, more sophisticated breed of evildoers emerges. And, as is customary in this show, Batman’s extensive repertoire of enemies is remolded with interesting twists.

Take the Mad Hatter, for example. The classical version of this character is a creepy little goblin who uses neuroelectric technology for mind control. But here we get something harder to fight: a sweet old lady with a talk show. She doesn’t need fancy gadgets to influence people because she has the power of mass media. This version of the Mad Hatter never meets Batman in a fight, but her presence is strongly felt throught the season each time she’s on screen poisoning the public conversation.

We also meet Roxy Rocket, who instead of a mere henchwoman is portrayed here as a tragic antiheroine on a mission of revenge. Also out for revenge is the Spectre, whose deadly, unstoppable wrath may or may not be divine, but is definitely not of this world. There’s the Mad Monk, a predatory cult leader who has made Batman the focus of a mass obsession. As promised in the trailer for this season, Harley Quinn returns, faced with both the weight of her own actions and the threat of a villain who seems tailored for her professional talents. The dual character of Rose/Thorn makes an appearance in an episode that plays with ambiguous interpretations about which side of her is real. And we see a version of Mr. Freeze reinvented as a rather unconventional artist who enjoys turning people into icy sculptures.

But the presence that haunts the season from start to end is the horrifying gaze of the Joker, who gets the most radical transformation away from the archetype we’ve learned to expect. Although the Riddler enjoys a long stay under the spotlight as Gotham’s new mob boss, the show pulls off a funny move of metatextual awareness and turns the Riddler into a mere appetizer for the main course that is the Joker, which, after all, is what the Riddler has been for decades in the public’s ranking of villains.

This Joker is a complete surprise. Story after story has trained us to expect a very specific vibe from this character: an irreverent prankster whose perverse sense of humor conveys a deep disdain for the social order. He’s colorful, loud, annoying in a way that’s impossible to ignore. This Joker is none of that. He doesn’t bother dressing up his psychopathic impulses in clownish antics: he’s pure, naked malevolence. He’s elusive, silent, shady to the point that he thinks of himself as an equal to Batman. He still has his trademark poison gas that kills people of laughter, but he himself never cracks a smile.

How can a character be so polarly opposite to the standard Joker and still be an incarnation of him? If he views society as one big joke, he’s keeping the punchline to himself. That makes his personality all the more sinister: you know he’s privately enjoying the chaos, but he’s not going to explain what it is that he finds so funny.

Beyond the visual delight that is the retro aesthetic of this art déco Gotham, with its black-and-white TV shows, clunky machine guns, and ubiquitous fedoras, the main attraction of the show is the inventivenes with which it makes the same old villains you think you already know feel fresh again. For a hero approaching 90 years since first publication, this is a much needed and much welcome transfusion of new blood.

Nerd Coefficient: 8/10.

POSTED BY: Arturo Serrano, multiclass Trekkie/Whovian/Moonie/Miraculer, accumulating experience points for still more obsessions.