~ Etched on a Godbone monolith in the now frayed sub-floor of the 400 Saints of Kismet ~

  Heed caution to the final words of the Unburnt City.

  A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

  Tread carefully before the one who wanders.

  For he is no being but judgement on those who tug on threads too tightly. We wished to tie down life into structure. We hoped to appease him with bountiful perfection.

  We were wrong.

  Beware the one of many paths. The one of no path.

  Beware the knife that cuts flesh and the knife that cuts fate.

  Fear the golden gaze.

  Ou…os..