A possible introduction to “The Book of Gods”?


Brian drinks his beer slowly, savouring it. He can only afford the one. He lost his job this morning, yet another “causality of the recession”. But the truth is, he didn’t fit in, he wasn’t like them, no matter how hard he tried. Nobody was sorry to see him go.

Sandra is moderately successful. She owns a popular nightclub. She still dances to the midnight beat, even though all her friends have since “grown up” and have families or work in offices. She knows she’ll be dancing for as long as she can.

The young emo-goth Meave sits by herself in the school cafeteria. She numbly rubs at the healed scars on her wrists. The other kids just ignore her today. This is a good day for her.

The work is hard, but that’s good for his soul, thinks Michael as he carries the heavy equipment up to the site. He wants to sing, to celebrate, but knows he should never do that now, not so far from his real home. Those around him wouldn’t comprehend. Instead he treats himself to a simple smile.

But something is happening today. They all feel it. An itch that can’t be scratched. A draft that can’t be blocked. Something is whispering to them, calling to them. They are going to hear it and they are going to learn they do not walk alone.

Brian will pay for his beer, desert his car and walk though the city for ten days. His powerful stone arms will not feel so heavy. Others will recognise him and know they too are no longer alone.

Sandra will hear the music playing on the wind. She’ll clip her hooves and trim back her fur before she searches it out, the great dance. For that is how it calls to her.

Meave will see her father, the god Dagda, in the distance watching her. She will run from him, run as hard as a princess of worlds that don’t exist can run. And the crows will screech through the sky after her.

Michael will feel the joy of the Divine Plan for a moment and he will sing and soar as high as he can, for it’s divine music will summon him to the same place.

They are being called. It is time.