| Author: | Gary J Grobler | ISBN: | 9781370170678 |
| Publisher: | Malherbe Uitgewers | Publication: | September 27, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Gary J Grobler |
| ISBN: | 9781370170678 |
| Publisher: | Malherbe Uitgewers |
| Publication: | September 27, 2017 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
This book will take you through a series of largely unimportant events. Such as a boy whose whole world gets taken away from him. An old man who is lost, and borders on plagiarism. An Assassin with an unhealthy obsession with baby oils and a Narrator that needs to learn when not to narrate.
In the beginning there was a squabble.
The gods – for there are several – are for the most part siblings (there is always that one family member that in reality isn't related to anyone and yet the children still grow up calling them “Uncle” or “Aunty” and no one ever seems to get around to correcting them. The gods are no different it seems). Siblings tend to fight about everything, except when there is nothing to fight about – then they will fight about that.
The aforementioned squabble wasn't about anything of great importance really. The gods were merely arguing about what colour the sky should be or something of the like. As with most arguments the importance of the subject matter was indirectly proportional to how personally most of the gods were taking the matter and as such two factions had formed.
Meanwhile on a small world in the endlessly large Universe that the gods had created, on a warm winters day (not so warm that you would break into a sweat by just standing in the sun, but warm enough that it wasn’t classified as cold) a man was born.......
This book will take you through a series of largely unimportant events. Such as a boy whose whole world gets taken away from him. An old man who is lost, and borders on plagiarism. An Assassin with an unhealthy obsession with baby oils and a Narrator that needs to learn when not to narrate.
In the beginning there was a squabble.
The gods – for there are several – are for the most part siblings (there is always that one family member that in reality isn't related to anyone and yet the children still grow up calling them “Uncle” or “Aunty” and no one ever seems to get around to correcting them. The gods are no different it seems). Siblings tend to fight about everything, except when there is nothing to fight about – then they will fight about that.
The aforementioned squabble wasn't about anything of great importance really. The gods were merely arguing about what colour the sky should be or something of the like. As with most arguments the importance of the subject matter was indirectly proportional to how personally most of the gods were taking the matter and as such two factions had formed.
Meanwhile on a small world in the endlessly large Universe that the gods had created, on a warm winters day (not so warm that you would break into a sweat by just standing in the sun, but warm enough that it wasn’t classified as cold) a man was born.......
