Twas drink made me fall in love, And love made me run into debt, And though I have struggled and struggled and strove, I cannot get out of them yet.
Billions of years ago God was creating universes and life; thousands of years ago he was creating angry floods, sin-saving human sacrifices and audible burning bushes. Today he occasionally appears on a piece of toast. To state that God has become reclusive over the years would be an overwhelming understatement.
This world is one of ancient magic peeking from behind the curtains of the present in order to examine the ruckus it set upon the globe. This was the time of harmony and warfare. This was the era of risk and of adventure; of family feuds; of forced affection, of love unrequited; of wars which took lives, by the necks of both the soul and the body, and wrought the poor thing asunder until it was forced to let go or die trying. This was, and always will be, the era belonging to the legendary Royals who fought for love, for truth, and for vengeance.