When Gods Are Made of Steel: The Power and Fall of the Vimar

Welcome back to the Chronicles from Krythar, fellow travelers of the frozen wastes! Today, sci-fi author Alfredo Borioni Farinelli invites us to look deeper into the heart of his gripping debut novel, The Tribe of Vimar. Across the endless, biting glaciers of Krythar, where the pale sun struggles against the eternal cold, a terrifying colossus commands the landscape: the Vimar, the Iron God. To the faithful Tribe of Vimar, the massive machine is more than mere metal; it is creature, god, and temple. Powered by its ceaseless Burning Heart and armed with the thunderous cannon known as the Voice of Vimar, the colossus marches across the ice during the sacred Pilgrimage, crushing the frozen path before it while its devoted Beaters guide their sailing sleds—the Sampars—through the howling gales. Governed by the strict laws inscribed upon its Holy Armour—Flesh serves, Iron commands, Fire purifies—the Tribe maintains their symbiotic yet perilous existence in the shadow of the machine. Yet, as young Beaters like Zharik and Samia learn during the harrowing Trial of Man, Krythar holds secrets far more ancient than the cult of iron. Beneath the ice and steam of cities like Varyndor, and deep within the hidden recesses of Mount Volkrath, a profound deception lingers. Is the Vimar truly a divine protector, or is it merely the relic of a forgotten war, a remnant of a technological age waiting to be unmasked by the Brotherhood of Cold? What are your thoughts on the blurred lines between technology and religion in science fiction? Do you think societies in isolated worlds are inevitably bound to turn advanced machinery into objects of worship? Let us know in the comments below!


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The Tribe of Vimar by Alfredo Borioni Farinelli

On a frozen world, a tribe worships an ancient war machine as a god. Hard sci-fi, worldbuilding and dark polar survival.

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