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The God Hunters

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The God Hunters

Prologue

H ERE , right here, high above an enfant world I dream of laying down

my burdens. I dream of simply fading away to find a long-sought

peace, a rest I’ve desired for countless ages, for this flesh surrounding

my eternal spirit is tired and worn.

At this very moment, above a garden of life, I float amidst a sky

saturated in voluminous clouds forever reaching toward the heavens,

softly, casually blending into one another until they spill forth a liquid

cargo that drenches me invitingly. This world beneath me is young

and tumultuous, much like an unrestrained child. Mountains of

thunder flash and rumble before me; flows of lava attack tidal pools in

a boiling rage that steams forth the beginnings of life as they fill the

air with caustic spew carrying elemental specks.

Strangely I feel free here. I feel at peace. My ancient eyes are in

awe of this fledgling world; a powdery-blue orb nestled securely in

the cradling, loving arms of a dark and frigid mother.

Across my face, intense orange starlight warms me, penetrates

me eagerly, its beams slipping through every crack the ever-changing

winds force open among the clouds. It paints the sky with purple and

yellow and red. The colors glow as fire in my eyes.

The universe never tires of creating such beauty, and I know this

to be true. A million worlds my eyes have seen, all no more than

grains of sand underfoot, yet I have never glimpsed an absence of the

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