21 Ways to Kill a God
And as the burning embers of the world fell, the god of calamity sat and did nothing. He had won, and in so doing, had lost everything. Within his imagination, the ghosts of lost dreams took root, safe from the gnashing teeth of reality. Here, deep in his thoughts, he was safe. And so he remained for an eternity and then another and a good part of another, until all the world had forgotten. Those who came after would rest upon his figure, worn smooth as stone. Some were moved to tears, others to somber song, though not one among them knew why.

This, my dear child, last of my friends, is how it should have ended. This is how I should have ended. But nothing is as it should be in this world where the love of beautiful lies is eclipsed only by the hatred of bitter truths.
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I cannot wait for this book to be completed so I can obtain a signed copy. What an adventure.