Riasles
A cold canal city with a warm heart.
Riasles is an independent island city-state ringed by the sea. It is a place made rather than grown, built from overlapping inheritances and generations of people who settled, endured, and made the island their own.
You will not find it on a map. But if you walk its streets, you will recognize the echoes of the real world layered into its architecture, its weather, and its pulse.
The Water
The sea rings the island, keeping the city finite and contained. In the mornings, cold maritime fog rolls off the harbour, drifting past ferry landings and narrow brick terraces. A wide river threads through the city center, breaking off into a quiet network of canals where amber bridge lights reflect on the dark water at dusk.
The Streets
The city wears its history like an archive. There is an elegant friction to the architecture. Its money counting houses sit in the shadows of tall finance towers, and iron rails border cultivated public gardens. It is a place of formal promenades, wet stone, ox-blood leather, and glasshouses kept warm while the weather cools outside.
The Pulse
Beneath the cold northern light, the heart of the city is undeniably warm. The scent of leaf mulch and canal water gives way to the lively hum of the indoor markets: the smell of ground pepper, dried fish, and fried plantain. It is a city alive with the sounds of swept front steps, casual riverside conversation, and families gathering tightly as evening falls.
Pieces of the City
Riasles is not just a setting to read about; it is a world meant to be experienced. For readers who want to step fully inside the atmosphere of the novels, we are bringing the tactile elements of the island to life.
Soon, you will be able to experience bespoke scents, hand-poured candles, and physical fashion pieces drawn directly from the characters’ lives, alongside printed letters from the author sent directly to your postbox.