Eaten Forever by the Great Mother of Night
Let Sleeping Gods Lie, Act 1: An Unusual Brain #0. Prologue.
This is a snapshot from “Let Sleeping Gods Lie, Act 1: An Unusual Brain” — a short fantasy novel about a boy with an unusual brain who didn’t so much save the world as creating a brand new one — follow to see the story unfold.
Glen sat and watched the white-tipped, blue-green waves roll in from the east. Rips, predators, and unbearable pain lurked beneath that perfect veneer. Waiting. Calling to the brave, the bold, and the reckless.
Which am I?
Cirrus clouds smeared like a heavenly mistake across the twilight sky burned purple and the deep orange of molten steel. Beautiful just the same.
Am I a mistake? A joke? Do I even matter, in the scheme of things? No. Probably not. But tomorrow I might. Tomorrow I will. If I keep the faith. If I face the Nameless One and do not flinch nor turn away from the heat of his presence. The burning of his will. The fire of his judgment
Glen squinted toward the headland, jutted out into the ocean like a middle finger defying the monopoly of the wind and waves, an ugly imperfection in the shape of the world.
‘I’m here.’ It said. ‘I matter.’
