They are about a post apocalyptic woowoo world of beautiful hermaphroditic post humans that look like extraordinarily pretty dudes, and are generally Mary Sued up to eleven because they are BetterThanHumanityTM and are good at magic and faster/stronger/more resistant to poison/longer lived and have weird leathery eggs called pearls (that are only conceived by choice) that produce perfect fast developing babies, and they follow basically the end of the human era and the beginning of the Wraeththu (yes that’s what they’re called, fuckin seriously, though they’re also called Hara, with the singular being har… it was written in the 70s) and the development through the process of alchemical development of one particular har becoming the king of everybody because the first Wraeththu (who is also their main god, Because that’s how reality works in Storm Constantine land) says it’s a good idea for him and the boyfriend he thought was dead to be kings of everything together.  There are crystals, the entire thing was inspired by Bowie, and Storm herself is a fuckin’ reiki master.  Also it follows the good Gelaming’s war with the evil Varrs who enforce what amount to gender roles on their people, whereas the Gelaming… sort of also do that but not as loudly.  

OHH and incidentally, Wraeththu initially start by transfusing their blood into human men (not women, that just kills them until you find out later IT TOTALLY DOESN’T BECAUSE OF REASONS) which causes them to go through a sort of hideous process in which they necrotize, rot and are reconstituted, and then have to fuck another Wraeththu within like a week or they get all fucked up because the transformation wasn’t “set” and their genitals look like flowers…the Gelaming and Varrs are basically two separate kingdom sand basically my story for an officially sanctioned short story collection was about a human dude, who was incepted, accidentally killed his girlfriend by fucking her (Wraeththu jizz is canonically corrosive to humans because why the fuck not)  and is just like endlessly pissed and horrified by how everyone talks like they’re trying to get Joseph Campbell to notice HOW MYTHIC they are, and by the ridiculousness of having the slightly more effeminate hermaphroditic beings being the ones who are supposed to be consorts rather than regents and produce young… and monarchy being just like acceptable because “Well god, who by the way is hanging out over there, being kind of a twat, said so”

Funny thought: Imagine a har finishing althaia and the hienama is like “alright now you get to pick a new name” and the har is like “Bob” and everyhar else is like “…can he do that? Is that allowed?”

And then years later a young har is like “I hear that years ago you used to get to pick your own name, why’d we stop?” and the hieanama is like “I suggest you go ask Bob about that”