Novel & Cerita The Gods Must Be Crazy Book

"We meet again, old friend." Howdy mates! Is it just me, or is this creepy? What in the world was that?! When I was thinking Mr. Hans was too creepy, there had to be this — what — Robot Lord?!🤣🤣🤓 I hope you enjoyed this as much as I do. What is this crazy author thinking, anyway?! If you liked — I meant love — this chapter, then you'd want to do justice to it by dropping your votes and your thought-provoking comments. Thanks a million, peeps!

Bringing her to Maranigan Peak was a last-minute decision, but now that I was here, I didn't regret it. Archie then went on with a story, "Have you heard the story of reincarnation? The elders say that if you hold your breath for two minutes in Gilhampton, which is deep inside Maranigan Peak, you can see your past lives and your future. If you make a wish, the gods might grant it." I shook my head while smiling. "Sounds like a scam." Archie raised his glass. "Maybe. But maybe someone really got their wish." Everyone laughed. No one took it seriously.

His kind of crazy is the kind that should be medicated. One other time, a con artist tried to sell me magic beans. Honestly, I didn't know what I would do with those. Become Viola the Giant Slayer? Not that I believed him though. Three pick-pockets, one mugger, five homeless people, two money-doublers and four drunks later, it seems as if I have seen it all. Until tonight, that is.

I don't know, but Daemon and I are both scientists, but because he's so smart, sometimes I'll just say he's crazy. "You're really crazy, Daemon, what's this—when you're reading the bible, you're reading a science book and there's something else?!" I said then my brow furrowed because why does he have a book that looks like a demon, what's going on with my friend. I showed it to him and he just laughed.

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

I don't even know your brother, so why are you forcing this fantasy onto me? I honestly thought that even if Karen had problems with her brain, at least her hearing still worked. I'd already made myself crystal clear. Anyone with even a shred of dignity should have stopped pestering me by now. But I had still underestimated just how insane she was. Her expression shifted slightly before quickly returning to normal.

"You shouldn't even know about the book. It's supposed to keep the Gods in check." "All the gods know about the book. Most of us just don't care about it." Tricksy replied. "Just get me the contract. Let's see what kind it is and then I'll be out of your fur. I promise."

Esma’s pov Damien… I have heard that name before. But where? As if the word made its image in my mind, I find myself remembering in an instant and my eyes widened. I read his name in the book. That old book, what was its name? how to summon gods. he was the author of that book. He is a fucking god? And thanks to him I was able to summon Moona that time. And he was a fucking god of chaos? Seriously. He sounds more of a hotshot like Hecate and Moona if not less.

I almost laugh in sympathy for myself as the god places the book down on his lap only to turn his gaze towards me in nonchalance like the situation I was in was only natural, nothing new. "How did I end up here?" I ask and then with the flawless composture still in place, he stands up with the book magically disappearing and as he walks towards me assessing my frantic state he finally seems to realise something must haven't been right the same moment I narrow my eyes at the amber eyed culprit. Inhaling a deep breath I calm myself trying to believe there was a rational reason for me to be mummified alive as the god remains quiet without attempting to explain.

I walk into the house and lean on the kitchen counter. Kyra shuts the door and comes to stand in front of me. I run my hand over my face as I try to arrange my thoughts of today. "What?" I question if I heard her right. "A book was written by the creator?" I repeat in shock. "The book contains a spell to trap a god in his or her respective realm for all of eternity." The door bursts open getting our attention and our heads snap up.