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Gods of Pangaeos

In the mist before GENESIS, Fate and Chance and Others cast tolls upon their names, while the chalice did burn and churn whose crown should be. And he that won strode through the mist unto YOD-VAV-HEH and cried: “Lo, wake upon the mist and create the heavens and the earth and make gods for me, for I have won over the crown and thy mist is mine to rule.” And so as the cry was heard Fate and Chance and Others bowed, But whether it was Fate or Chance or Another that won the cast of the tolls before GENESIS—none-knoweth. .............................................................. Welcome to Gods of Pangaeos. ​This work is a reimagining of the creation myth, written as a stylistic marriage between the liturgical structure of Genesis and the high-fantasy, rhythmic prose of Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. ​In this world, the Creator is a sleeper, and the world we know is merely a "Game" played by smaller, whimsical deities during His slumber. You will find echoes of our own earth’s deep past—Pangaea, Panthalassa, and Gondwana—woven into a tapestry of myth and "The Word." ​A Note on Style: The text uses archaic phrasing and repetitive structures to mimic ancient holy books. If the gods seem cruel or indifferent, remember: to them, we are but the pieces on a board. ​I hope you enjoy the "Game." ​Art Disclaimer ​Cover Illustration: "MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI" by Sidney Sime (1906). ​ ​Note on the Artwork: The illustration used for this cover is a masterpiece by Sidney Sime, originally created for Lord Dunsany’s The Gods of Pegāna. As this artwork was published over 100 years ago, it resides in the Public Domain. ​While the image originally depicted the deity Mana-Yood-Sushai, it has been chosen for this work to represent the Great Stillness of YOD-VAV-HEH. I use this art as a tribute to the golden age of mythic illustration that inspired the tone of Gods of Pangaeos.
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Saga of the Thousand Blades

"Child without a core," whispered the servants. "A calamity for the Voltare bloodline," the elders mocked. At the residence of Duke Voltare, the evening sky always rumbled, as if the lightning refused to be still. Under the grand roof, four children were born from the blood of lightning, three of whom emitted blue sparks from infancy. Zinux Voltare, the eldest son, ignited a lightning orb at the age of three. Iliya Voltare, the second child, summoned a storm while still learning to speak. Zuban Voltare, the third, could control a lightning bow with just the tip of his finger. And Rayne Voltare, the youngest. Silent, frail, often sickly, his skin pale like clouds before the rain. Even when all Voltare children had shown their innate magical sparks, Rayne remained quiet. No core could be detected, no magical root, no flash of lightning. Yet, Rayne was not the type to give up just because hope was nowhere to be found. He trained beyond his limits every day. While everyone else slept, he was still outside, honing his frail body and strengthening himself to the extreme. No day without torment, and no night without fresh wounds. However… in this world, if you cannot wield magic, even the saying "effort never betrays results," proven by millions, is utterly useless. "As long as I am alive… there is still a chance." "Even if the whole world rejects me, I will keep moving forward." What happens when courage exceeds fear? How does someone without magic survive in a world full of magical intrigues? Follow Rayne's journey, challenging a magical world without innate power, and witness how courage and hard work can change fate.
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