Moving from “hard” sci-fi to the deeply mystical, next up is The White Hairs, a work of “spiritual mythology.” The novel may be slim at 122 pages, but it currently defies description, me having read only the back cover:
The White Hairs is a work of spiritual mythology. Somewhere on a white and snowy mountain, is a young creature learning how to leave his body and travel the world inside of the wind.
The wonders and terrors that he will see are the beginning of an adventure that will feel familiar to anyone who has been fed upon by life, and wanted to fight to get back the joy and soul that they were once able to take for granted.
And the first lines:
“Farshoul watched as the long white hairs on his arms became translucent. He watched as they faded away. Soon he could see through the skin and bone of his arms to the ice beneath him. The frozen water that he could see through his phantom arm seemed more real than his own body. He watched as the others blurred in his vision, their white fur becoming indistinguishable from the snow around them. They appeared to disappear. Then Farshoul began to move.”
That may be a benefit: turning the first page (metaphorically, I suppose, since I’m inevitably reading on my beloved Kindle), I have no idea what to expect. Besides those two short passages above, all I know is that the author’s favorite color is blue, his favorite number is 8, and that this, his first novel, was published in June 2010.
Now on to the reading.