A Neanderthal's amber bead. An octopus's scattered genius. A world coming apart as the climate turns. Across fifty thousand years, *The Amber Veils of Time* asks what carries us forward when the last pillar falls, and whether any mind is ever truly alone.By Richard Noake
Spanning fifty millennia in a single, shimmering arc, The Amber Veils of Time is a novel about deep time and distributed minds; about Neanderthal and Sapiens, octopus and fungus and lichen, ancestor and descendant, all bound into one slow chorus that has been singing since before memory could hold it. It asks the oldest questions in a wholly new voice. What survives us when the body fails? What is passed, hand to hand, through the long cold? And what waits in the field beneath everything, patient as amber, for a shape to gather it home?
Two bloodlines. Two worlds. One thread that will not break: not through famine, not through fire, not through the long, long march of time.
The spark was lit at the edge of the ice. It has been travelling towards you ever since.
