Maloa’s Blood: Five Days on Pyros Island

Pyros is an island of black volcanic glass, and at its crater grows a fruit — Maloa’s Blood — that gives twenty-five clean years of life to anyone who drinks it at the tree.
Five came this year to climb for it. A nickel billionaire pickled in his own appetites. A financier who has wanted everything and arrived nowhere. A mining magnate who has not, in seventy years, set a single thing down. A longevity mogul who has machined his body for nineteen years into a flawless instrument. And an old woman, a singer, whom no one troubles about at all.
Each has paid a fortune — and not one of them yet understands that the fortune was the easy price. The air of Pyros ignites against the chemistry of a life lived badly; the ascent is a moral reckoning settled in fire, and most who attempt it never come down. The company that sells the climb films every step, and a watching world wagers, quietly, on who will.
One man on the mountain already knows how it ends. He has read the boats for thirty years — barefoot, carrying nothing — and he has never yet been wrong.
This year, he will be: about all of it.
Maloa’s Blood — a standalone literary thriller by M. Eigh. For readers of Kazuo Ishiguro, Emily St. John Mandel, and Yann Martel.