The God of Endings

by Jacqueline Holland

“This world, my dear child, all of it, right to the very end if there is to be an end, is a gift. But it’s a gift few are strong enough to receive. I made a judgment that you might be among those strong few, that you might be better served on this side of things than the other. I thought you might find some use for the world, and it for you.”

What were her parents thinking, bringing something so vulnerable into this world of crimes and accidents, predators and catastrophes?

Everyone must decide for themselves whether this world and life in it is a kindness or an unkindness, a blessing or a curse.”

This world and all its darkness and pain without end. I never wanted so much. Never had any use for it or it for me. I only ever needed a little.