The Stars Eternal

"Watching him, Myra realized there was never any way to know the difference between gods and monsters, but perhaps the truth was that there really was no difference at all-"

Eons ago, when the world was just beginning-when there were only the gods and the endless stars-before there were even beings to worship the vast expanse of the universe, or the gods who created it, the Fates weaved together tragedies with their shimmering threads. The futures they spun were dark, tormented, dreadful, and yet, beautiful in their own right. The Fates knew of the darkness in the old gods' hearts, that their thirst for power would lead the world they were bound to create into eternal chaos-but perhaps that world, the realms, the universe could be saved by the hands of the Fates. So they created a curse, starting with the unborn son of Kronos.

And eons later the reincarnations of these gods, of their offspring, would find themselves at the threshold of the ending-the ending of the Fates' curse, the ending of a nightmare they struggled for en eternity to escape. But no one would have guessed that the fate of the world, of the gods, of the very soul of the universe, would lie in the hands of a mortal girl-too young to be so haunted by the ghosts of a past that did not truly belong to her.

Marx knows it's a dangerous game to dance on the edge of disaster and hope for anything good to be birthed from it, but he's out of chances, and he's tired. If anyone holds the key to the gods' salvation, to his own salvation, it is Emberlin Fernsby, who looks at him like perhaps he is not the monster everyone says he is, but instead the god he was born to be.