In the heart of the lecture theatre, dressed in his blood-black suit, Artemy showed his students the layers of the stomach, cut and carefully exposed by his prosection. Nicholas —head bowed behind him, ready to assist with forceps and elevators — watched through his eyelashes, unable to take his eyes off the anatomist.
An anatomist strives to uncover the secrets of the body and finds something stranger. “The Prosector” blends cosmic and body horror in a queer, Victorian medical romance.
