tablets
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At Golgotha, amid the stench of death, Thoth approached Jesus, nailed and bleeding, his eyes calm despite the agony.“The tablet’s truths are in me,” Jesus said, each word a labor. “I’ve rewritten them.” Thoth knelt, the wind howling. “You’ve made them human. That’s more than I could.” A man thundered past on a horse, hooves Read more
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On Olympus, where clouds coiled like serpents, Thoth faced Zeus, his white hair crackling with lightning. “That tablet,” Zeus thundered, gripping his bolt. “It’s mine by right.” Thoth sidestepped a searing strike, his feathers singed. “Trade it for Aphrodite’s embrace.” Zeus paused, then roared with laughter. “You’ve got nerve, scribe. Agreed.” Aphrodite awaited in a Read more
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Eons later, Thoth tread the untamed Earth, where towering ferns swayed and saurian roars split the air. Humanity’s ancestors crouched in caves, their eyes wide with fear and wonder. By a river of molten amber, he found Lilith—her hair a torrent of midnight, her skin kissed by the sun’s primal heat. “What’s that glowing thing?” Read more
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In Uruk’s mud-brick sprawl, Thoth found Gilgamesh, his frame a mountain of muscle, his eyes weary from endless quests. Enkidu, wild and loyal, sat beside him, their table strewn with clay cups and spilled beer. “What’s that green stone?” Gilgamesh asked, his voice rough with curiosity. “Immortality,” Thoth said, meeting his gaze. “A gift for Read more
Dany Slone 