The debutnovellafrom Persian American author Naseem Jamnia , The Bruising of Qilwa follows anonbinaryrefugee who ’s just fled a country of origin where they faced persecution for being a practitioner of rip magic . Their foretell new life faces its first challenge when a unusual new disease begin to appear — and origin magic comes under fire once again .
Check out this quick verbal description of the narration , accompany by thefull masking reveal — and a selection from a ( sorta gruesome ! ) part of the book where its primal mystery really begins to let on itself .
Firuz - Es Jafari is one of the rosy ones who have emigrated to the Democratic Free State of Qilwa , bunk the massacre of blood - magic practitioner in their mother country . They have a good caper at a free clinic , and a kindly young employer , the therapist Kofi . But a strange plague is spread quickly through Qilwa , and the local government is quick to blame it on refugee . In purchase order to hold up , Firuz must break a mortal cycle of bias while finding a novel offset for both their blood and found families .
A crop of the cover of The Bruising of Qilwa.Image: Tachyon Publications
Here ’s a look at the full cover , designed by Elizabeth Story , followed by an excerpt from The Bruising of Qilwa — a brilliant autopsy view involve the inauspicious victim of some rather soggy blood illusion .
Mortician Malika had ferment closely with Firuz over the week , as Kofi ’s was the penny-pinching clinic “ whose healer do n’t have shtup for brains . ” She also once state Firuz she work with the dead because she want to avoid dealing with the complaint of the living .
“ Malika - khan , what brings you here ? ” Her aid flicked towards them and back , and Firuz follow her gaze to the raise sheet stretch out over an examination bed that ordinarily did not rest there . “ Is that a . . . person ? ”
Image: Tachyon Publications
“ Technically , a corpse . ” She crossed her arm . “ I was hop an sensation might make sense of this . ”
“ Not another infestation dupe , then ? ”
“ If it is , then the pestis has change , and we ’re muck . ”
Despite the progress made over the last many month — get people from all parts of the metropolis access code to clean weewee ; a volunteer band of sorcerous users who endure through the streets and destroyed any waste that might contribute to disease ; a late donation by one of the affluent merchant family of much - needed food — up the death toll still ticked . If more migrants arrived from Dilmun , the metropolis would be in even more trouble , specially if the ancient Aziza Kiwabi Academy go forward to play off their entryway on the grounds of “ public wellness . ”
Firuz grabbed the gloves Kofi offer , although he was n’t wearing any . “ Kofi - khan ? ”
“ We already spill the beans about it . ” As was his habit , Kofi gesticulate with his chin to Malika , whose limb were crossed . “ I did a preliminary exam , and I do n’t want to predetermine either of us . Let ’s hear what you see . ”
After crack on the masquerade , they fold the plane away from the clay ’s expression . “ I take it I should not ask what ’s strange about this one . ” Seemed normal enough ; they fingered the sagging jaw , the bloated cheeks , before draw the sheet further down .
The stomach , already light-green with the tell while of decline , distend around their touch . Gases expelled into the air , smelling of sulfurous rotten eggs and Lord’s Day - heated garbage . Firuz turn over their cheek to breathe in the scent of dried herb the mask had been nest in , as Malika cough . Kofi wave a mitt in front of his face .
Firuz was familiar with decayed bodies along with alive ones . They did n’t require to access their trick to feel something about this one was very , very haywire .
Under normal circumstances , the gut spill into the rake , consumed the consistency from the inner out . The marrow no longer cranked out new biography , and over time , only pearl continue . The marrow here was doing . . . something , even though it should have long been still .
“ How long has this one been stagnant ? ” Firuz recall surgical tools . The putridity — or rather , the want of it , after the initial release — concerned them .
Malika bounced a fist against her thigh . “ One week . ”
Firuz ’s forefront snapped up . “ exempt me ? ”
“ That ’s why I brought it here . ”
At one week , the eubstance should have been well into decay , its smell a mix of wet hogwash , too - mature fruit , and rancid center . The initial gases had resembled that bouquet of scent , but there was no real cutis slippage as Firuz pinched the arm , no telltale yellowed marbling . It was as though the body had begun its decay , then finish , or had picked parts of the process to continue the path a farmer find fault dates .
Their blade slide through the bureau like a advanced mango tree , the skin curl as the pressure released . Firuz suppressed a gag . The body was rotting , all right , although the outside did n’t mirror the inner goo . Firuz used a rag to pass over down the 2-dimensional bone connecting the ribs before tapping it , but did not hear the expect hollow - ish anchor ring .
Kofi already hold out the carpenter’s saw , then flip the skin back so Firuz could work . “ You mistrust the marrow ? ”
“ Maybe . Something is stopping full putrefaction . ” They did not enlarge , did not require to utter the fears nipping at the small of their back .
In normal luck , bones were home to spongy crisscross of blood-red or yellowish fiber , the site of blood - make marrow . As a person aged , so , too , did the composition of these fibers change . Yet those here were dense , resembling a newborn babe ’s . A chunk of sternum in hand , Firuz stepped to the magnifying genus Lens set on the back counter , but there was a more precise means to puzzle out what was hap . With their back to the others , they free the tip of the needle stitch in their arm and pressed it to their articulatio radiocarpea until a drop of rake welled up .
line would differentiate , as it always did .
Red smeared against white , they used the energy scend through their mineral vein to explore the off-white ’s makeup , even as they pressed their cheekbones into the eyepiece of the crystalline lens . The magic allowed them to feel the inner structure , run inconspicuous manus along the matrix indoors . The stock still present felt untimely , miss something , and the off-white was too thin , as if fret away . And the marrow ? Most of it was silent , but a part of it hum , even now trying to create without the prerequisite ingredients .
Which was . . . impossible . The someone was bushed , literally cut open by Firuz ’s own hands . Still , the bone whispered its life , its desire to create . No , there was something — or someone — behind this , play with trunk with a carelessness or disregard that twisted Firuz ’s insides .
Kofi go one hand over the open bureau cavity . The gooey entrails wobble in tandem bicycle as his other directed the spinning waterwheel in the corner , from which he drew his energy . “ Viscous like it should be . No stirring of the muscle . beat , but not yet decayed . ” He pretermit the movement .
“ Some kind of preservation spell , with maybe food as the medium . ” The Trygve Halvden Lie slipped out without a 2nd opinion as they dumped their tools in a pail and hand for the mixture of herbs bundled for a cleansing solution . “ Though why someone is preserve body is beyond me . ”
The truth was , consider Firuz as they washed their mitt , this was the work of the most fumbling blood magic user they ’d ever seen .
Excerpt from The Bruising of Qilwa by Naseem Jamnia reprinted by permission . right of first publication Tachyon Publications .
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