Epeolatry Book Review: The Library at Hellebore by Cassandra Khaw

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Title: The Library at Hellebore
Author: Cassandra Khaw
Genre: Dark Fantasy
Publisher: Tor Nightfire
Publication date: 22nd July, 2025
Synopsis: The Hellebore Technical Institute for the Gifted is the premier academy for the dangerously powerful: the Anti-Christs and Ragnaroks, the world-eaters and apocalypse-makers. Hellebore promises redemption, acceptance, and a normal life after graduation. At least, that’s what Alessa Li is told after she’s kidnapped and forcibly enrolled. But the Institute is more than just a haven for monsters. On graduation day, the faculty embark on a ravenous rampage, feasting on their students. Trapped in the school’s cavernous library, Alessa and her surviving classmates must do something they were never taught: work together. If not, this school will eat them alive.
Cassandra Khaw has racked up a string of awards and nominations in the course of their meteoric career, including a Bram Stoker Award and nominations for British Fantasy and World Fantasy Awards, Locus Award and Shirley Jackson Award. Khaw has also worked extensively in video games and TTRPGs, which perhaps helps explain why there’s such a strong sense of progression and pacing in the book, and why this is such a page-turner – despite, or even because of, its horrors.
Briefly, the rationale (not that the narrative is especially hostage to systematic rationality) is that magic has re-emerged in somewhere like our modern world, and has been more or less domesticated through relentless bureaucracy. One pinnacle of the thaumatocratic edifice is academies for the magically gifted, of which Hellebore Technical Institute for the Gifted – “the premier academy for the dangerously powerful” – is a shining capstone. Some of its inmates compete eagerly to be admitted; others, like the protagonist, don’t exactly have a choice. Unfortunately for everyone, Hellebore turns out to be very much a poisoned chalice, and graduation degenerates into a Battle Royale scenario, with all of the contestants armed with magical WMDs and the faculty as a vulturine Greek chorus.
The pre-order ads for the book speak of an “exclusive hardcover edition – a gorgeous hardcover edition featuring cobalt blue sprayed edges”. I can’t speak to that, as I reviewed digital ARCs. I can speak of the book’s internal decor, which includes ceiling frescoes of “dead men swaying from nooses of their own intestines”, carnivorous deer “stalking frightened men through black woods, their muzzles steaming, a red glare in their eyes, which were only pupil”, and giant homunculi crafted from slabs of raw skinless muscle. Those are just a few of the delights on display. Seldom has academic life ever been so literally cut-throat – and cut-tongue, cut-viscera, etc.
I’m not sure if the author intended a vicious parody of the kind of cosy-whimsy establishments popularized by J.K.Rowling, Tim Burton, Terry Pratchett, et al., but it certainly succeeds on that level, as on many others. Khaw’s sardonic, poised prose, only occasionally stretching the verbs slightly too far, barely ever loses a tinge of irony, amid all the horrors. Not that all the intimations of irreality are body horror; there’s plenty of subtler symptoms of disquiet. The protagonist, Alessa, is likeable similarly as cats are liked for their sharp-clawed standoffishness, but it’s not as if she hasn’t got good reason. Hellebore itself kills students casually even before the final bloodbath, and most of the students are guilty of multiple homicides, or acts-of-extreme-self-defence, or accidental-mass-deaths, even before they arrive at the place. But being a monster in the first place doesn’t necessarily excuse monstrous treatment.
It’s very clear what this story is. It’s also hard to imagine how it could be written with any more style and panache. You may be shocked, hooked, and disgusted – at yourself for enjoying it so much. You certainly won’t be bored.
/5