OF GODS AND MEN Prologue Malthus, Godking of the realm of Malthanon, sat high on his throne looking down at the hooded stranger who knelt before him. The opulent throne room shone brightly as artificial sunlight, made by Malthus to blaze eternally, flooded the hall. Mountains of gold and silver, strewn about the entire room, reflected its radiance. Pristine alabaster walls were set aglow by the amplified light of God; so that for any mortal man, looking into Malthus’s throne room was akin to staring at the face of the sun. It forced the few who did enter the Godking’s chamber to do so with eyes closed and heads bowed. As it should have been, for they were mortal men; but Malthus had ceased being a mortal man long ago. In this city, he was king. On this earth, he was God; and he would have his reverence. “I am told you have a mighty gift for me,” Malthus said in jest. “Tell...
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