An old woman dies in a hospital. Movers come to her home to dispose of her last remaining possessions. Among them is an old carpet… simple enough stuff. Except the old woman is the last guardian and the carpet is actually a whole world, which the Seerkind, (keepers of the old magical religions and the makers of raptures) are hiding in, having woven their homes, their cities and themselves into it.

Enter a dark Incantatrx named Immacolata, her ghost sisters, whom she strangled in her mothers womb but who accompany her still, and her paramour, Shadwell. He’s one of that most evil breed: a salesman. Immacolata wants to destroy the weaveworld; he wants to sell it; together they pose a monstrous threat. 

Is there any hope for the Seerkind, then? Well, there’s Calvin Mooney grandson of a mad poet, who stumbles onto the carpet while chasing one of his prize pigeons across a window ledge. And there’s Suzanna, granddaughter of the old woman, who soon discovers that, although she’s a human (or as the Seerkind like to call us, Cuckoos), she possesses a supernatural force called the menstruum that stands her in pretty good stead against the bad guys. 

Cal and Suzanna band together with a few select Seerkind to try and save Weaveworld… even against a horde of her majesties police officers led by a paranoid captain named Hobart. The officer at first is convinced that the supernatural events brought on by the struggle over weaveworld are all the work of terrorists. But too late he realizes that he’s come face to face with overwhelming horrors far beyond anything his bureaucratic mind could have ever conceived. 

In the end, if they are to save Weaveworld, Suzanna and Cal must face forces far greater than sorcery, salesmanship, or law enforcement, they must confront creatures bordering on the divine. 

Clive Barker has created one of the greatest of all fantasy worlds. This is a work of astounding originality, imagination, and style. There’s great, understated humor here, and brilliant writing. This book is pure poetry presented in a story, woven into a carpet and defended by Cuckoos.