Caspar Geon has worked for a number of years as an extragalactic philologist, painstakingly compiling The Immeasurable Heaven with assistance from voices in his head. He lives in a ramshackle house in the West Country, and spends his days chuckling at his own jokes.

“One of the widest canvases I’ve ever read in an SFF novel... An experience like few others, in a setting completely alien to our own.” —Nerds of a Feather

Caspar Geon has worked for a number of years as an extragalactic philologist, painstakingly compiling The Immeasurable Heaven with assistance from voices in his head. He lives in a ramshackle house in the West Country, and spends his days chuckling at his own jokes.

“One of the widest canvases I’ve ever read in an SFF novel... An experience like few others, in a setting completely alien to our own.” —Nerds of a Feather

Caspar Geon has worked for a number of years as an extragalactic philologist, painstakingly compiling The Immeasurable Heaven with assistance from voices in his head. He lives in a ramshackle house in the West Country, and spends his days chuckling at his own jokes.

“One of the widest canvases I’ve ever read in an SFF novel... An experience like few others, in a setting completely alien to our own.” —Nerds of a Feather