The first three chapters have officially been revised! Chapter four should be published tomorrow, as should the prologue and first chapter of another one of my projects.
A wee peek,
No sane person likes the gods. They’re manipulative; they spread lies and create false hope, telling man about a better life after having lived one full of devotion and self-sacrifice. Listen here, mortal, the gods know nothing. Not even the god of death, creator of our agony and your irrefutable eradication, can tell you the truth with any form of experience, which is the essence of truth. Death still sits upon his thrown, rolling his million sided dice with your name scrawled upon it. Nor do the gods know what is right and what is wrong, which actions are moral and which will sentence you to eternal damnation. The gods, like all men, struggle after their own desires.
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Funny, isn't it? I write prologues better than any actual story.