It did not cater to the restraints of the human tongue. His name was the sound of a galaxy dying, of stars clashing, of millions braying in agony. His name was a shriek that pierced through the heavens and corrupted even the ears of God. “I am . . . I was . . . I shall be . . . And you . . . you will serve . . . you will worship—” “No!” Eunice cried. “No! Please, GOD!”
