THE STARVED GOD

A bug with spotted wing cases landed on him, and he followed its struggles over the hairs of his arm. Reasonable to assume that this, its daunting complexity, was also designed. An inimitable, perfect creation by a designer of formidable capability. To illustrate such workmanship is an act of creation in itself, he thought, worship and communion. Behind Canna, the jagged rock of the cliff face was criss-crossed by twisted striations, attesting to immensities of heat, time and pressure. Running through it was a distinct line, black and very narrow.
- Excerpt from The Starved God