Original Fiction, Short Story, Science Fiction, Fantasy
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Tully brought the skiff in from the south. The blue mountains of Maya’s feet rose against the sky, each toe adorned with a massive gold ring inlaid with cobras crowned with lotus blossoms. By the looks of the gold and white flags, the feet had already been claimed by the Vatican. It must have galled Pope Innocent XVI to accept the UN award for the feet of a Hindu god.
Sandra is the happily married mother of two teenage boys, an avid reader, compulsive writer, and rabid chocoholic. Her work has appeared in such venues as Jim Baen's UNIVERSE, Ideomancer, Andromeda Spaceways Inflight Magazine, and the anthologies Fear of the Dark, TRIANGULATIONS: Last Contact, and DEEP CUTS. She is a graduate of Clarion West 2010.
Sandra M. Odell is an unknown author to me, but I came across this story by accident. It's, if I understood it well enough, a story about gods falling from the sky, causing thousands of deaths, and people trying to get their piece of the divine produce (skin, muscles, gold, and so on). Until the scavengers (a sort of worms) are let loose.
A very weird story and hard to get into, to "see" what's going on. But it's also a way of showing how mankind doesn't respect even the gods, if they can use the skin, the bracelets and other things for their own economic purposes. Or, if you can make money with it, why not?
Godfall was intensely weird, and I delighted in the apocalypse cult at the edge of the screen. This story lives in the same neighborhood as Ligotti’s “The Last Feast of Harlequin” as well as Laird Barron’s Old Leech cycle.