In The Spiral of Blood Glass, Eira and Cael enter a red-glass cathedral that structures Loop Two into fifty “rooms,” each demanding a price in exchange for passage. In Room One, a font compels them to name their wounds; Eira names obedience, Cael names almost, gaining entry deeper into the Spiral. Room Two presents the Index Wheel, which taxes them in lies and truths—turns that strip Eira of a reflex to comply and force Cael to relinquish the comfort of ordinariness. Admitted to the cathedral’s Stacks, they negotiate with a glass-haired librarian and weigh feelings without killing them, earning the Second Formula—Deference (structural love)—a geometry that aligns bodies and events without coercion. Using it, Eira bends bullets into ash, turns pursuit into hesitation, and spares the sentry captain with a written permission—yet the Spiral demands its tax: history.
I am a writer obsessed with the anatomy of emotion and the machinery of dreams. My stories explore how consciousness breaks, rebuilds, and devours itself inside recursive worlds of love, loss, and synthetic desire. In The Dream Alchemist, I fuse fantasy and existential horror into a saga of memory loops, erotic decay, and spiritual transformation—fifty volumes chronicling one soul’s endless rebirth inside a dream-driven empire. Each scene is written like an alchemical experiment, where language itself becomes a living organism, feeding on pain, longing, and the will to transcend.View all by Lisa Fiona
