To me, there are few things more exciting than discovering an excellent weird fantasy novel from an obscure or semi-obscure author! I like it even better if the book is from the 80s or earlier, or if the author is a bit on the older side (I just can't get into the vibe of most newer stuff). Imagine my delight when I ran into this awesome piece of apocalyptic, far-future fantasy!
Get this: the Goddess is dead! One day (far in the past when this story takes place), her gargantuan corpse came hurdling out of the sky to smash down into the roots of Ai Hanlo mountain, thereafter to become a holy mountain city dedicated to the protection of the mystical, crystalline skeleton of the deity! Several hundred years later, a new god is soon to be born, and fate's about to hit the reset button on reality.
Here, Schweitzer is kind of like a more spiritual, Dying Earth-mode Vance carried to Dunsanian extremes, but with the hard-hitting stylistic simplicity of Philip Jose Farmer. Hey, and it's only 180 pages! When you're getting into something you've never heard of, helps if it's short, right?