No one living knows the mind of God, for no one knows the truth. For it was the power of truth charged with electrostatic predestination that triggered an explosion of perceptions, a chaos of quarks. Unleashed in boundless nucleic explosions, truth was copied, and scattered multiple upon multiple times beyond numeric numbering. Escaping from, only God knows where, to create the void of the dark anti-matter reality, expanding exponentially, dimensionally, until it is utterly beyond our feeble minds comprehension. It's unstoppable, unmistakable, unforgiving, uncaring, unapologetic, unreasonable, this is truth in all it's unbridled glory, a unifier and a divider, a paradox. : From the Elohim Manual of Discipline,(Codex III).
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Angels of the Snow : Volume one of the Pooka Chronicles.
FantasyIncubator-Jones's writing creates an alternative past, a prequel so to speak, to the well known Judaic based Genesis myth. But, that doesn't do it justice. Because as you read each subsequent chapter, you feel like you're falling down a philosophica...
