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What looked like morning was the beginning of endless night.

The movie traumatized me. The book is worse. So well written though, nothing comes close in this genre.

He stood on the mound where once gleamed fifteen-gated Nineveh, feared nest of Assyrian hordes. Now the city lay sprawled in the bloody dust of its predestination. And yet he was here, the air was still thick with him, that Other who ravaged his dreams.

Showtime!

The brittle remnants of cosmic torment that once made him wonder if matter was Lucifer upward-groping back to his God.