Vibe with the sacred tales and spiritual traditions of the Yoruba Orishas and the Afro-Caribbean Vodou pantheon. The Loom of Ase skillfully weaves together myth, history, and divine wisdom, crafting a captivating fusion of creation stories, acts of valor, and the eternal dance between humanity and the divine.
Through poetic chapters, compelling narratives, and immersive illustrations, this work honors the Seven African Powers, the deities born from resilience and sacrifice, and the spirits who continue to guide humanity across oceans, eras, and faiths.
Explore the crossroads of faith and destiny, where gods walk among mortals, and ancestors' prayers echo in the winds of time. Each chapter reveals the origins, roles, and relationships of these divine beings, while the accompanying stories bring their legends to life.
This is not just a collection of myths; it is a journey into the heart of ancestral knowledge and spiritual resistance-a celebration of unity, faith, and the enduring power of Ase.
• For Readers of Mythology, Fantasy, and Spiritual Tales
• Featuring Illustrations, Sacred Texts, and Expanded Narratives
• A Tribute to the Strength of the Diaspora and Its Eternal Connection to the Divine
Ase.
"Kapde utar," he said coldly.
["Strip"]
Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it.
But she was too slow.
Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees.
"Muh khol."
["Open your mouth"]
She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently.
"Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other.
["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"]
She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told.
Because Trayambak wasn't a husband.
He was a monster.
And she was trapped.