Hello Folks,
Book 3 is moving slowly but surely along. It will still be a while before I can tell you when to expect it, but since many of you have been kind enough to tell me how much you're looking forward to it, I thought I would share a chapter. It goes with out saying that, if you've not completed The Glacier of Gods and Monsters, there be spoilers ahead. You have been warned!
Jacob shook his head, trying to wrap his mind around
everything he was hearing. He
wasn’t sure it would be possible to do so. “This is fucking insane, you know
that, right?”
“Aye mate. I know how this sounds.”
Jacob didn’t remember anything from the time that the funky
warrior in the mini-skirt had challenged him. One minute he was charging the
dude, the next he was standing in some tropical hut that apparently only
existed in Jack’s mind.
Oh, and Jack was apparently now the god of this bizarre land,
and had used that power to rescue Jacob from whatever oblivion these ancient
souls had consigned him to.
“So, you’re Hades now. You’ve got all the power. What do you
need me to
do this for?”
Jack shook his head. “I’ve got a lot of power, aye, tis true.
But not all of it lad. Not by a long shot.” Jack waved his hand, creating a
window that opened directly to a secluded beach where the waves were crashing
violently on the shore. “These blokes, they were smart. Now that I’m on top, I
can see how everything works. They aren’t actually bound to me. They’re bound
to the helm I wear. The
distinction is important.”
“So you only get the power while wearing it?”
“Aye. But that’s not the issue. The issue is that the line of
connection to the object means that any member of the council can break their
bond at any time they wish. They do that, and all of the souls bound through
them get yanked from my control.”
“Can’t you just order them not to?”
Jack shrugged. “Not everyone at once. Might could get one or
two before the others figured it out and revolted. Then we’d be stuck with a
war I don’t think we could win.”
Jacob stared out over the ocean for a bit himself, trying
to take more of this in. “So instead you want me to start a war you don’t know
if you can win.”
“Better odds.” Jack noted with a shrug. “If there’s anything
I noted when I was alive, it was that people could be made to do most anything
if they were scared enough. And with centuries of warfare in their recent
memories, fear of ‘the other’ is ripe. It won’t take much to play up that fear
to the point where even a minor misunderstanding will escalate.”
“But why would you want to do that, man? You know how many
people would die if this thing went full on battle again?”
“They’re already dead, Jacob..”
“So am I, man, doesn’t mean I want to…”
Jack cut him off with a wave. “How much art have you seen
since we got here, Jacob?”
The large black man considered for a moment. “None that I can
think of. But I haven’t exactly been looking.”
“Well, I have. Much more so since taking the helm. There’s
none.”
“Well, that’s a bit weird but…”
“No songs. No advances in technology. Hell, even though
they’ve gotten some knowledge from a hand full of souls that have been banished
over here, there’s no bloody advancements what so ever. These souls, they’re
stagnate, Jacob. A bloody pool of dead River stuff that cannot change. Even
with me in charge, it’s bloody unlikely that I could do much but make small
alterations.”
“So your plan’s to kill everyone?”
“If it takes that, yes.” Jack turned back and looked his
friend in the eye. Jacob noted a gleam of seriousness he rarely saw, along with
a tinge of something else… madness? “Listen lad. I know this sounds crazy. But
you’ll have to trust me on this. There’s a chance I can get us home. If so,
then all of these fair folks can be returned to the River, to be recycled as
they should have been millennia ago. But I can’t do that without a lot more
power than we have. “
Jack turned back from the window and sat down on the edge of
the bed, looking more exhausted than Jacob had seen him in a long time. “Trust
me, lad. I’ve looked at this from many angles. I wouldn’t be doing this if I
thought there was another way. But there’s not. We do nothing and we’re trapped
here, like these souls are, till we all thin out so much that we’re nothing but
bloody automatons going through daily motions with no idea why we’re doing it.”
Jack sighed, a tinge of sadness entering his voice. “Many of
the souls here have already reached that point. They’re just bloody shells, mate. There’s no true life left in them. No dancing. No singing. It’s all just a routine, most of which is set
forth by the council to keep people going from one day to the next. Oblivion
would be a blessing for them next to this.”
Jacob shook his head. “I don’t know man. Seems unfair, us
playing god and all.”
“There’s no playing, Jacob. I am bloody god here. But there’s
a reason they gave me the guise of Hades. I’m not the god of life. I’m the god
of death. I can’t do anything to bring joy to these souls. But I can end their
misery. I can end their suffering. And maybe, just maybe, by doing so I can
truly free us all.”
