A LitHub and BookPage Most Anticipated Book of 2025
"This novel effortlessly ascends to the heights of Mount Olympus. Tough and tender and bittersweet. Wearing the Lion establishes Wiswell firmly on the new fantasy landscape." —T. Kingfisher, Hugo Award-winning author of Nettle & Bone
"Someone You Can Build a Nest In made me a John Wiswell fan for life, and Wearing The Lion is an absolutely glorious follow up. Wiswell makes something new and thrilling—and funny and wrenching and tender—out of a very old myth." —Kelly Link, Pulitzer Prize finalist and author of The Book of Love
"Wearing the Lion's hilarious opening lures you in so it can bloodily rip your heart out, suture the wound you didn't know you had, and gently place it back in your chest. Wiswell's mythological take on found family reminds us that we are all monsters and we are all worthy of love." —Caitlin Rozakis, author of New York Times bestseller Dreadful
"Wise, weird, and wonderful—in short, Wiswellian. Wearing the Lion is the story of Hera and Heracles as it's never before been told. An effortless blend of wicked humor, raw pathos, and monsters who aren't at all what they seem; I was utterly engrossed from start to end." —Julie Leong, author of USA Today-bestselling The Teller of Small Fortunes
"John Wiswell has taken Greek mythology and, like Hephaestus, crafted an original, fantastic, and beautiful bit of work—giving us a tale of an indomitable hero, sympathetic monsters, flawed gods, and—quite unexpectedly—found family. I absolutely adored this book. And so will you." —P. Djèlí Clark, award-winning author of A Master of Djinn
"A deeply original retelling of the Labors of Hercules that should appeal to anyone who has been craving more re-examinations of Greek mythology. I particularly enjoyed the chatty Hydra." —Naomi Kritzer, Hugo-winning author of Liberty's Daughter
“Subversive, playful and full of heart, compassion and humanity.” —Claire North, author of Ithaca
"Wearing the Lion explains human relationships in the only way that makes sense: by suspending them between the dipshit gods we created and the loyal pets we don't deserve. I laughed, I cried, I burned incense at an ancient altar." —Meg Elison, author of Big Girl