"When a piece of art forces you to have opinions about it this way, I have no choice but to say that it's won. [...] A deeply interesting exploration of how the systems we build exploit the most vulnerable of us. Also, hot queer human/lizard sex."
- Verse Atoui, author of May the Moon Shine Upon Camlann

An illiterate scholar — The Keys — and a former priest — The Lantern — climb to the roof of a dying world to reclaim their names. The megastructure that was once their home, and their prison, lies in a state of ruin that is overshadowed only by its enormity. The task before them is vague, concocted in a smoke-drunken haze, but the fruit that it will bear tempts them with all the sweetness of vengeance, marrow, and lust.

"Do you see? I am the orchard. We are the orchard. You, too, are the orchard, in a different way from I. It is from all of us that fruits are grown, taken, ground to pulp and left to turn to ash before the never-ending new."

Both narrating characters are happily, casually psychotic. One has to learn how to get there.
Nonhuman, human, and the overlapping area focus.
Old bisexual ex-priest meets old ex-organ harvesting subject.
Homoerotic limb eating and committing terrorism against a dystopian, authoritarian corporate-state.

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