When I was younger, I had to develop a system with my family in order to take a bath. I had to let them know when I was going in, and I had to respond to knocks on the door by shouting “still alive!” at various intervals because I stayed in until my finger prunes …

I know, I know. Everyone’s done with apocalypse fiction. Now everyone wants hopepunk and high fantasy and escapism. Fine, fine. That’s valid. The world’s a tire fire and you need relief from the flames. Sometimes the last thing you think you need is another story of destruction and dismay. But allow me to present The …