“The Malady and the Moon-eater”
When a god gets sick, who do you call?
The Gintuan Islands are famous for their magical veterinarians. Tattoos called batoks appear on the most talented and symbolize the kind of enchantments they have on flora and fauna. In a world where each country’s flourishing is at the mercy of the animal gods, every student’s career is sealed. But when three childhood friends and star-graduates of Araw Academy are thrust into the most tumultuous war of the century, what choices do they make to ferry their stories to the other side?
Doctor Daniri and the twins, Doctor Habagat and Doctor Amihan, face each other in this re-imagined world of Southeast and East Asia where fantastical creatures freely roam the ground, sea, and sky. From the dog-sized koi swimming in the hushed ponds of Ninemu, the fire-breathing ember-scaled dragon skulking the mountain range of Xie San, the pink-toed spider languishing within the jungles of Mheung Khiao, to the Bakunawa—the great celestial-eating sea serpent of the Gintuan Islands.
Grant Awardee (Individual - Writers, Toronto Arts Council - 2023)
Grant Awardee (Recommender Grants for Writers, Ontario Arts Council - 2022)
Longlisted (First Chapters Contest, Voyage - 2021)
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The manuscript is going to be completed by summer 2024. Hopefully, after that a physical book can be placed in your hands before 2026.
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The manuscript is going through revisions currently. There’s about 300 pages to cut and wallow through.
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As of now, I don’t! I’m eager to either find an agent or get in talks with publishers as the project progreses.
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CHAPTER 1
Five years after peace.
Like a slowing heartbeat, the ocean-blue light in the room softened. The tattoos that curled around Daniri’s elbows and wrists faded to black as her magic fell back asleep.
She glanced below at her cupped hands. A newborn otter was wriggling in her palms, its fur still wet and matted. Its eyes were tightly shut. Its tiny chirps were shrill and weak, searching for milk, for warmth, for its mother, for some reassurance that even though no one asks to be born, fate would be kind to it now that its life was set furiously into motion without so much of a choice. One of those was a broad assumption.
Daniri cleared her throat. Maybe it didn’t want milk.
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