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The human world is no place for a god, but toiling on Earth may just teach an angel how to fly once again… Eleazar Starson, prince of Splendour and heir to the Great Throne of Honor, is living his worst nightmare. Betrayed and grievously injured, he has been cast from a world of light and beauty to suffer in the Below, a world of darkness and despair populated with demonic ghouls and vile creatures. It is a terrible world, a human world. It is an awful place for a god, especially one as beautiful and brilliant as Eleazar. But, broken and lost, he is a god struggling in the muck, his only allies a pair of atheist siblings who would sooner worship a burnt ghoul than show him proper obeisance and the closest gateway back to Splendour is half a world away through a wild and daunting landscape of chaos, monsters and men. He has no choice but to endure the unspeakable horrors of this human place, this war-torn world of carbines and steel rails and smoke-belching factories, not if he wishes to return to Splendour and reclaim his place among the Angelus. And he will, Eleazar the Fallen, for the desire for vengeance glows like molten metal in his godly veins. Crippled as he is, a half-angel, no better than a human, he must find a new way to fly. Even if it means depending on the strange and frightening technology of the beastly humans. He will return to Splendour. Or bring Splendour crashing down around him.
The human world is no place for a god, but toiling on Earth may just teach an angel how to fly once again…
Eleazar Starson, prince of Splendour and heir to the Great Throne of Honor, is living his worst nightmare. Betrayed and grievously injured, he has been cast from a world of light and beauty to suffer in the Below, a world of darkness and despair populated with demonic ghouls and vile creatures. It is a terrible world, a human world. It is an awful place for a god, especially one as beautiful and brilliant as Eleazar.
But, broken and lost, he is a god struggling in the muck, his only allies a pair of atheist siblings who would sooner worship a burnt ghoul than show him proper obeisance and the closest gateway back to Splendour is half a world away through a wild and daunting landscape of chaos, monsters and men. He has no choice but to endure the unspeakable horrors of this human place, this war-torn world of carbines and steel rails and smoke-belching factories, not if he wishes to return to Splendour and reclaim his place among the Angelus.
And he will, Eleazar the Fallen, for the desire for vengeance glows like molten metal in his godly veins. Crippled as he is, a half-angel, no better than a human, he must find a new way to fly. Even if it means depending on the strange and frightening technology of the beastly humans. He will return to Splendour. Or bring Splendour crashing down around him.