Summary: Excerpt: Lord Kran peered at the woman. "Are you the daughter of God?" "Let's just say I am the daughter of a man who used to be God." She pulled back her hood and undid her hair, so that it sproinged out into a mad tangle that somehow spelled the truth. "She is!" everyone cried. "Then you're the logical successor to the throne!" said Samantha, suddenly cowed. "Listen, I'm awfully sorry about those lashes--" "The illogical successor," she corrected. "And I'll not be it. You'll have to choose another." "This is starting to sound like a game of tag," said Lady Dusk. "Do we even need a God?" Helga asked. "Yeah," said Stella. "Why not coast along as we are right now?" "Why not indeed?" others said. Murmurs and mumblings rumbled through the crowd, the consensus growing that they did not need a God. "Just one question," said the priest, hopping to the forefront. "If we don't have a God, who do we blame when things go wrong?" Everyone looked at one another. "We need a God," said Lord Kran. The adventure at last concludes… Subscribe to Gary W Shockley Audiobooks in iTunes, or go to garywshockley.com to see more options.
