For readers of Neil Gaiman, Margaret Atwood, China Miéville, and David Mitchell comes a striking debut novel by a storyteller of keen insight and captivating imagination.
NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY THE WASHINGTON POST
On a cool evening in Kolkata, India, beneath a full moon, as the whirling rhythms of traveling musicians fill the night, college professor Alok encounters a mysterious stranger with a bizarre confession and an extraordinary story. Tantalized by the man’s unfinished tale, Alok will do anything to hear its completion. So Alok agrees, at the stranger’s behest, to transcribe a collection of battered notebooks, weathered parchments, and once-living skins.
From these documents spills the chronicle of a race of people at once more than human yet kin to beasts, ruled by instincts and desires blood-deep and ages-old. The tale features a rough wanderer in seventeenth-century Mughal India who finds himself irrevocably drawn to a defiant woman named Cyrah—and destined to be torn asunder by two clashing worlds. With every passing chapter of beauty and brutality, Alok’s interest in the stranger grows and evolves into something darker and more urgent.
Shifting dreamlike between present and past with intoxicating language, visceral action, compelling characters, and stark emotion, The Devourers offers a reading experience quite unlike any other novel.
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THE NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW
N. K. Jemisin
“A chilling, gorgeous saga that spans several centuries and many lands . . . The all-too-human characters—including the nonhuman ones—and the dreamlike, recursive plot serve to entrance the reader. . . . There’s no escaping The Devourers. Readers will savor every bite.”
“Das’s brutal, intoxicating, and gorgeously visceral debut merges an often mythic sensibility with an appreciation for the coarse beauty of the everyday.”
2015 SHAKTI BHATT FIRST BOOK PRIZE
2017 LAMBDA LITERARY AWARD, BEST LGBTQ SF/F/HORROR
2016 CRAWFORD AWARD
- I like the prose here, the lyrical quality of some of the images. Rather than future-looking, it looks back at the past. The images of spacetime are less SFnal than a metaphor for the branching paths our lives must take, for asking ourselves in hindsight: would I have done the same, knowing the outcome? (RECOMMENDED)Lois Tilton, Locus Online on 'Karina Who Kissed Spacetime'
- Set on a tidally locked planet where the frozen and eternally dark Nightside is slowly being explored--and conquered--by explorers from the Dayside, this is an evocative, sensitively characterized, and lyrically written story that reminds me of something by Gene Wolfe--no faint praise in my book.Gardner Dozois, Nebula Award-winning authoron 'Weep for Day'
- [A] provocative debut novel… Das’ ferociously exact prose pierces through the skin of the fantasy novel to reveal the savage heart of darkness that beats underneath.The Asian Ageon 'The Devourers'
- A beautiful, bittersweet tale.SFRevu'Karina Who Kissed Spacetime'
- The prose reminded me of early Zelazny. It has touches of Gene Wolfe and Mary Gentle and other writers to it as well. Mostly, however, it sounds like Indrapramit Das . . . I expect good things from him.Michael Swanwick, Hugo and Nebula Award-winning authoron 'Weep for Day'
- Coming in at my favorite story from an amazing month from Strange Horizons, 'A Moon for the Unborn' by Indrapramit Das is a mug of spiced wine...and the story ends the way all mugs of spiced wine seem to end, with the reader warm, tired, and a little fuzzy on the inside.Charles Payseur, nerds of a feather, flock togetheron 'A Moon for the Unborn'
THE MOON IS NOT A BATTLEFIELD
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Ziara watched her parent, muo-ka, curl up and die, like an insect might on Earth. muo-ka was a giant of a thing, no insect. Ziara was the one who’d always felt like an insect around it . . .Read the Story
WEEP FOR DAY
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Reprinted in The Year’s Best Science Fiction: Thirtieth Annual Collection by St. Martin’s Griffin, Imaginarium 2013: The Best Canadian Speculative Writing by ChiZine Publications, Year’s Best SF 18 by Tor Books and XB-1 (Czech translation) by Clarkesworld Magazine.Read the Story
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Zukhela spread her wings and looked over the lights of Shukra City, star-bright under the blanketed darkness . . .Read the Story