Aching God (Iconoclasts, #1)

by Mike Shel

“Just now,” said Auric, his hard smile fixed. “Just now I think you know how vulnerable you are, so-called god. Well, I judge you guilty of murder. A murderer of hope, a murderer of souls, a murderer of the goodness that can come from humanity. I am the judge, and I shall execute the sentence as well.”