tomorrows book

Four mortals. One absurd accident. Fate or folly—who can tell?Amidst the turmoil there arose Croxeus. A celestial being. A god, or so they thought.Desperation breeds faith. They knelt. They worshipped. A religion was born.Too bad the god whom they worshiped was a fake.Yet belief? That was real. Real enough to shake a world.But faith, faith is like fire. It consumes. It waits not, nor does it bother. It burns, reshapes, and cremates, leaving only but two choices, be the flame or be the fuel.As these four mortals played priests to a hollow god, the world changed.For better or worse?