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“God” is not the word I’d use. But it is the only one that suffices. There are all kinds of gods: the old and the new; the useful, the useless; the capricious and the dependable; the wrathful and the meek. They all had one thing in common—whether they were created at the dawn of time when hunter-gatherers huddled in caves and cowered at the crac...
By Abhijeet Sathe in Issue #465 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine The foals don’t recall the age of enthrallment because we never taught them of that dark eon when the kin marched on the cities of man. I do. I was in that horde scouring the land, mindless tools of the stillborn god. We raged and reaved until one crisp winter morning whe...
By Lars Wehman Dabney in Issue #464 of Beneath Ceaseless Skies Online Magazine Anatolio allowed her to argue a little further, for he could respect that she needed to be heard before ordering the deaths of those who trusted her for only the paltry sake of a distraction. But at last he played the card they both knew he held, which was the antlere...