My sister has been posting chapters from her book, A Wandering God Was My Father. Check out her site, and share with friends if you enjoy it! Here’s a brilliant excerpt from her latest chapter:
As the god watched Hagar trembling by the spring, he felt spasms in his own fingers and legs, and his gut began to match the tumult in Hagar’s pregnant belly. This was his lot now, ever since the humans he had made from dirt and wind had turned their faces from him. The moment his breath had filled their clay lungs and turned them into flesh, a thread between their organic bodies and his own pneumatic being formed. He felt every pulse, each tremor riddling the human body. When he’d cursed humans with toil and pain in childbearing, he had known that every day after, he would be sweating and writhing and toiling along with them, his spirit striving with humans forever.