Lacy Fontaine is a woman unspooling. Recently divorced, spiritually half-dead, and living in a crumbling apartment complex called The Verdance, she begins her story with a simple act: buying a yellow dress from a thrift store. But what she brings home is not fabric — it’s infection. The dress smells like milk and memory, and once it enters her life, nothing stays clean.
Strange things follow.
Eggs.
They appear everywhere — in dreams, in mirrors, in her bathtub.
They pulse. They breathe. They watch.
Lacy tries to anchor herself in human connection: Desmond, the quiet hotel worker who serves her breakfast; Elaine, the friend who hides cruelty under laughter; and finally Day Day, a man from the block whose gold teeth and rough tenderness ignite something holy and dangerous in her.
But love in The Verdance doesn’t heal — it consumes.
Augustus Swann writes stories that slip between worlds — the seen, the felt, and the whispered. His work blends surrealism with emotional truth, building realms where grief hums in the wallpaper, love ripples like a glitch in time, and characters move through chaos with their hearts wide open.
He writes the kind of stories that hold your face gently then refuse to look away — tender, uncanny, and deeply human. Across his novels, Swann explores madness, memory, family, and becoming; he builds myth the way some people breathe.View all by Augustus Swann
