Introduced by the author, detailing the 19th Century female adventurer’s travel log and the Kurosawa film that inspired facets of the story and offering a comment on an effective approach to sparse worldbuilding in epic fantasy.
Such is our addiction. Living formless is its own refuge—our skin- shifting a means of escape, to always have a new identity waiting in the tank for when the one we wear becomes overly tiresome and persistent. But the King no longer wearies of change, and has but one face now to show the world. And though it resembles candle wax, it remains. “That is my difference,” he says.