A beautiful, iridescent monster, Vaugod was the first of his kind to fall sick. A petty god, not of the sort who creates worlds but of the sort that rules them, Vaugod’s seven-foot wings, which once were able to fold neatly against his back now were weak and trailed uselessly behind him as he moved. They were rotting off his back.
And so begins Introduction, a novel about a dying man and a schoolgirl who fight to rescue a diseased god.
I tried so hard not to mention the book to my friends, but just a few days into it, I'm already complaining about how slowly it's starting. It's probably because I didn't really start working on it until the fourth, (I had a wonderful trip to visit my boyfriend that delayed the book), but there we have it.
At the time that I write this, there are 2,346 words.
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