AETHELGARD
There is a hole in the universe. Whatever falls in, stays.
A world with no sun. Its light pours from a ring of cold fire fixed in the sky, its cities ride on the backs of living gods ten kilometres long, and four nations have lived beneath that ring for fifteen hundred years, pretending it was enough.
We came on machines. We stayed on the backs of gods.
Find your way in
Start with the world and its sky, or go straight to the people. Every chapter stands on its own.
The Eighth Dimming
The dim years should be ending. They aren't. The episode guide, from Day 401.
Under the Hole
The ring of cold fire, the roads in the sky, the seven rungs of the air, and a day 64 hours long.
The sky-whales
Living airships ten kilometres long: how they float, eat, breed and die, and the law of fire on their backs.
Four peoples
The Zenith, the Flotilla, the Aerie and the Abyssal, one to a rung.
The cast
Nine lives the Eighth Dimming will change.
As the Mural tells it
From the Fall to the season that will not turn.
The physics, plainly
Twenty-five notes of the Measurers, in plain words.
Words of the lit world
From the Abyssal to the Zenith, every term in one place.
Every image
The world in pictures, indexed by place and people.