Glory to the Waxing Sun feels older than time. Ancient. Nordic, Celtic, Native. A mix of spiritual and holy, and a bow to the pagan ways. If there is darkness, then we must simply worship the sun.

In the tale itself, we have ‘the kid’ – our main character who is throughout the story referred to as ‘the kid’ even though everyone else has a name. He, alongside a couple of others, will become a houndsman, a sort of a priest, with an animal familiar, who tends to sun worshipping rituals meant to fight against the darkness. We follow The Kid as he matures and learns the ways of the world and yet not all secrets and knowledge is handed to him, some things he must find out for himself. He meets others who would have higher ambitions and he has to swiftly pick sides, and do what is right. It’s a simple tale, with some unexpected turns to the story, and it beautifully manages to keep the consistent atmosphere throughout.

It’s quite hard to describe it in a succinct manner. It was trippy, smoke-tent-deep-drums-interdimensional-kind of trippy, and it’s a story that could be told for generations. I must commend the writing as it was solid and consistent from start to finish. The prose was quite mature and complex in delivering the cosmic feel, the presence of something greater. At times it felt like a rolling fairy tale, enchanting and dangerous. Other times it was like a theatrical piece, with multiple palpable culmination points. It could easily be in the form of an epic poem, turned into an opera or ballet piece. With less than 200 pages, this story delivers dramatic tension and silent contemplation. It also delivers the simple fact that without sun we are nothing, and that a life sacrificed in honor of it is a given to fight the darkness.

I do not have any major criticisms to offer here. I enjoyed this story a lot and would implore others to check it out.