SLOPPY SIGILWORK MAKES CLUMSY CORPSES.

Dahlia Rhode is a successful young body sculptor (the Frankenstein kind, not the Schwarzenegger kind) living large in the big city. She’s got everything a girl could want: money, four arms, a stellar view of Central Park - she’s even about to finish her magnum opus! But when a sword-toting zealot and a suicidal nobody make her aware of the psychic entity that’s been using her as a path to resurrection, the unlikely trio must band together to stop an apocalyptic threat born from the darkest ashes of the Cold War. The world has withered since the barrier between life and death was cracked in the 80s - the US has bankrupted itself with paranoid fits and fruitless research, but companies and the independent wealthy have only grown stronger and more wide-reaching with free labor in the form of reanimated corpses flooding the market. The world is on the cusp of even greater change, though: something long forgotten is starting to stir...

Stillbirth is a sci-fi-fantasy-horror-comedy about art and depression and being young and being dead and being both. Mostly, though, it’s about a world still reeling from the discovery of the necromantic arts.

Orchestration (the polite term for necromancy) is an entirely random phenomenon that can pop up anywhere, in anybody, and the characters you will meet throughout Stillbirth will reflect that truth. They are frequently not straight, they frequently have mental illnesses, and they very frequently are not white. Inclusivity has been a part of my intention with this project from the very beginning. That said: I (the author) am white and straight, so if you have any objections to how these characters are portrayed, please don’t hesitate to let me know.

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