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167 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 31, 2017








He signed. “Is there any indication that you might have noticed of a daemonist at work, Sage Lhiewyn? Or of a hell gate?”
“No, Kluge. Just a shit demon in a cesspit.”
“That no one else sees.”
“I’ve got hemorrhoids older than you, Kluge. If you’re trying to be a noticeable pain in my ass, you’ll have to work a lot harder at it.”
“The gods don’t care what you think of them, any more than you care what your cat thinks of you. They don’t derive their legitimacy, if that is the correct word, from us mortals, and you won’t suddenly change that by deciding you don’t think they’re godly enough to suit your sensibilities. If you want to redefine godhood, there’s nothing to stop you trying. But the gods won’t notice or care, and so you are, in essence, engaging in theological masturbation – fun enough, but ultimately pointless.”
“Is it a custom of yours to insult someone who offers aid?” Bath asked. “It seems rather self-defeating.”
“I’m an old man. It’s my privilege to be insulting to anyone, any time.”
“Old as you are, you are still an infant in terms of the elevated,” he said.
“Well, all you gods are eternal children. Emotionally, you’re toddlers who don’t mind stooping to war, plague, famine or worse when you don’t get what you want. Which is my polite way of telling you to go fuck yourself, in case you were wondering.”
As you can see from the quotes, The Last God is not for those who don’t like crude language or a lot of swearing. Lhiewyn’s character is just one of those who like insulting others in clever ways and McClung is rather good in finding the balance between it being entertaining rather than hurtful. While Lhiewyn does like to use his snarky tongue on others, they never fail to answer him in kind. And despite the grumpy old man exterior, he does care about others, such as Jessep for instance. I think why I love Lhiewyn so much is because he kind of reminds me of myself, although I still have a lot to learn to achieve the level of not giving a shit as he did. And while I mostly focused on the fact of how much fun I had reading this book, it’s worth mentioning that it’s not all shit and giggles. Under the humor, McClung shows that he has great skills as a storyteller. Each story has its own arc and climax but it all culminates in the third story which is also the high point of the overall arc of the book. And if you pay attention to the little hints, they make perfect sense in the grand scheme of things.
I don’t think I can ever get enough of Lhiewyn and really my only real complaint regarding this book is that it’s not nearly long enough. I demand more, McClung!
With its 165 pages, The Last God provides perfect entertainment for an afternoon and one which will make you laugh out loud and keep you glued to the pages. If you won’t fall in love with Lhiewyn’s character by the end, I’ll take that as a personal insult and we are not going to be friends anymore. (Just kidding, but I’ll be very disappointed nonetheless.) The Last God should be prescribed for those who love snarky, foul-mouthed characters, humor mixed with a good dose of mystery and fantasy focusing on gods/myths. Can’t. Put. It. Down.