The gods of the hills are not the gods of the valleys.

The world works differently in Vermont. Time moves slower. People think deeper. And the cannabis inspires a whole new sense of reality.

In Gods of the Hills, Kyle Callahan imagines the people of Vermont declaring their independence from the United States, and he traces the aftermath of that decision over seven generations.

Fans of Tom Robbins, Robert Anton Wilson, Samuel R. Delaney, and John Barth will feel right at home in Callahan’s version of Vermont.

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Skrinkle lee.

The ritual can begin.

The wagon creeks beneath the performers. The stilts push deeper into the soil. And then — just then — the performers hesitate, just for a moment, one foot suspended in mid-air, one arm frozen in mid-dangle; but the moment passes, as does their hesitancy, and they move to their designated spots atop the stage. The performers are set. The narrator can begin.

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Main Characters

Tradeoff Vicar

In the twentieth century, he would have been called an essayist; in the eighteenth century, a pamphleteer. In the twenty-first century, he is a blogger, and he writes under the name, "The Loner."

Clio Clement

Clio was thirty-three years old. She was black. And she was single. She told people that her singleness didn't define her, but the more she said it, the more she thought she was lying.

Eliza Best

The eight-year-old girl is alone and miles from home. Low-lying branches rake the front of her catamount-fur parka. Flurries of sunlight flitter through the pine needles above her head, scattering shadows across her purple knitted hat. Knitted mittens dangle from her wrists. The day is crisp, cold, windless, and still; a quiet, snow-drawn afternoon — except for the girl, her head down, her momentum forward, her legs punching through the snow like pistons driven with steam.

Iganatius Best

Cold winter rain batters the thin trunk of the decrepit birch tree, its white bark peeling from its pulp like dead skin, leaving it empty and naked, shivering in the bitter wind. A seventeen-year-old boy, Ignatius Best, Eliza's older brother, leans against its base, insensitive to its plight. "I am a monad," he says, his head nodding slowly in agreement with himself, "but perforated."

Secret Best

She stands at a wooden butcher's block in the middle of her kitchen, pounding bread dough with her fists, her jet-black hair falling straight and long behind her shoulders and framing her pale, oval face. Her eyes are still-water pools reflecting the pitch of a new moon night. She has a nose that curves like the ears of a bat and lips like crescent moons slung sideways in the sky. Her name is Secret Best and she has been blind for three years, seven months, and two days.

Ærend Best

He has eyes of golden brown, eyes like amber ale, eyes that view the world through a constant glow of wide-eyed amber glee. He has a round white face framed by golden-brown hair that flits over his cheeks and eyes like amber hummingbirds at a feeder. His chuckles sound like pebbles preparing to avalanche.

Philosophical Treatise

His salt-and-pepper spiny-tailed beard follows the line of his jaw but does not cover his cheeks, and his salt-and-pepper spiny-tailed hair grows in a single ear-to-ear meridian over the apex of his scalp. Both hair and beard seem twisted from firework wicks, and between them is a sun-drenched face constantly on the verge of exploding.

Radicalaya Root

Radicalaya wears the uniform of the Vermont State Police, and the single chevron on her sleeve means she is a Trooper First Class in the Field Force Division. She is the only African-American female in the division. Though she scores a 31% on the body mass index, proving that her five-foot, three-inch frame not only appears obese, but is scientifically defined as such, she has never failed her physical fitness test, and if she's read the manual correctly, they can't fire her for pure obesity.

Saoshyant Root

The boy is Saoshyant Root. He is not an 'I' or a 'me' or anything but Saoshyant Root, for there is no 'I' in him, no pillar of individuality standing strong; instead, there is a whirlwind, a cyclonic pandemonium of granular sensations that has surged for nine years, three months, and eleven days; a tornado born from the wild swirling winds that blow, congregate, and become, occupying the same space, the same time — the breath of life — and in passing on, passing through, achieving the climax of their power, those wild swirling winds create this: Saoshyant: an ineluctable modality of peace and calm at the center of a raging tornado of sand-speckled sensations.

Thievery Pigeon

Thievery is an itinerant professor with Drinkwater College, an unaccredited institution with no official students and no formal campus. Conceived as a lecture series funded by the University of Vermont in 1972, Drinkwater was established as its own separate college when, in 1990, a state representative named Axelrod Twin convinced the legislature in Montpelier to fund the lecture series in perpetuity. The official mission of Drinkwater College is "to exercise the mental acuity of the citizens of Vermont by engaging them in face-to-face discussions on a liberal variety of topics."

Deyja Clement

The soles of Deyja's moccasins drag along the wooden planks like carcasses being dragged home from the hunt. His breathing is quick and shallow: shallow because his entire respiratory system exists in his head, and quick because his next breath interests him more than this one; but his breathing is also forced: he pushes the breaths in and out like a man giving mouth-to-mouth resuscitation to himself.

Danaë Clement

Over the last four days, Danaë Clement has become a creature without a survival instinct, and now, tied to the rock, listening to her captors leave, their silent processional of shuffling feet declining into the midnight wood, she knows she should scream, but her body will not allow it. She pushes at it with all her being, but her body refuses to, can't, doesn't, won't scream out, scream out, "Skrinkle lee!"

Ba'alatania Best

Ba'alatania Best taps her finger on the kitchen table and sighs in frustration. She is sixty-seven years old and has never been much of a letter writer. Though passionate and sarcastic in person, Ba'alatania's voice becomes, she feels, cold and dead on the page. She flips the page in her homemade, leather-bound notebook and begins again.

Origenes Best

Origenes Best is sixty-nine years old. He has a fat face, brown hair that's fading into a wiser and sadder shade of fox fur, and a scruff of unshaven facial hair. His mouth pulls to the side in a constant grimace, making it appear as if a fisher's hook is caught in one of his thick, dry lips.

Damayanti Clement

Before she'd gone to bed, Damayanti Clement had been a skinny girl with scales on her skin and kinky dreadlocks on her head, but on the twenty-ninth morning after her seventeenth birthday, she became the most beautiful woman in the territory.

Omega Twin

Omega Twin, a man living in Capitolshire, is "a chap who just wants to keep his eye on things." Omega Twin has followers, whom the whole territory knows as Twinnies, "like that boy there, dressed in black, with the clipboard." The Twinnies watch what people do, listen to what people say, and report back to Omega Twin. "But it's not like he keeps the information to himself, using it to acquire some kind of power." Instead, he sends a monthly newsletter to anyone who requests it, reporting on the goings-on in the territory.

Kyle Callahan

Kyle Callahan is a father, husband, neighbor, teacher, blogger, fictional world-maker, and radical (d)emocrat.

Kyle received his Bachelor of Arts degree in Theories of Writing and his Master of Fine Arts degree in Creative Writing, both from colleges within Vermont, where he now lives with his wife and daughter. He has taught college classes in creative writing, literature, and communications, and he now teaches full-time at a progressive, democratically-run, independent high school where he helps students with behavioral and emotional disorders build entire learning plans around their passions and interests. In addition to his teaching, Kyle blogs (though not as regularly as he should) at FluidImagination.com.

“A big, smart, swaggering, funny, scary thing; a thoroughly imagined world/way of seeing/way of thinking about time and community and story and pot and sex and all the rest of it. It’s also really funny….I can say with complete confidence that it is a remarkable, remarkable work….It’s amazing, visionary, one of the most original things I’ve ever read. Truly big and impressive art.”

— Rebecca Brown, author of Excerpts from a Family Medical Dictionary, Annie Oakley’s Girland The End of Youth

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