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    Your God, My Gods
    Your God, My Gods
    Your God, My Gods
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    Your God, My Gods

    By B.T. Lowry

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    A chief leads a band of rebels within their conqueror's city. But when his brother becomes attracted to the enemy's religion, the Chief must choose between his brother’s life and his own revolutionary values.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherB.T. Lowry
    Release dateMar 10, 2016
    ISBN9781310521423
    Your God, My Gods
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    B.T. Lowry

    I grew up in Canada, where the Rocky Mountains meet the Great Plains. I love badland landscapes with knobbly stone hoodoos and deep ravines. I love forests with pine boughs mounded with snow and deep silence. I love the Himalayas, whose peaks defy gravity as they fall upward into the sky.When I was about twenty, I met my spiritual master, Sri Srimad Bhaktivedanta Narayana Goswami Maharaja. I’ve spent the last fifteen years or so studying bhakti-yoga under his guidance, mostly while living in India.I’ve loved creating and hearing stories all my life. Now I’m working to infuse my work with spiritual experience. I pray you find these stories deep, exciting, challenging and hopeful.

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      Your God, My Gods - B.T. Lowry

      Your God, my gods

      by B.T. Lowry

      Copyright © 2016 by B.T. Lowry. All rights reserved.

      This is a Story Paths production. Thanks for reading. If you like it, head on over to storypaths.net/stories for more. There you'll find audio books, videos and written stories.

      This is licensed under the creative commons attribution license, which means you can use it how you’d like, but please give me credit, and reference my site. Thanks!

      Table of Contents

      Stolen Brother

      Garbage Fire

      Church

      Prayer and Old Powers

      Downtown

      Halves

      Outro

      Stolen Brother

      Pradah sprinted past the shanties that his people now called home, heading toward the chapel. An old lady straightened as he passed, her hands slipping from a steel pump handle. She hoisted a plastic bucket with a grunt. Pradah coughed and batted away a hungry crow as he ran. Acrid smoke billowed from breakfast trash-fires in front of every home.

      It was acceptable that Pradah's people had been forced to live in this rejected corner of Hiria Ilun city. Such was the enemy's war of attrition, and Pradah understood war. As tortoises and foxes survived the desert heat by burrowing underground, the Raiyan people had safekept their spirits from their conquerors.

      Now Pradah's own brother had been converted to the Ilunian religion.

      No, not yet, thought Pradah. He can still be reclaimed.

      Pradah navigated through a pack of snarling dogs, panting harder as he attained the lip of the crater containing the shanties. About five hundred huts, formed of plastic and metal strapped together, crowded the bowl-like depression. High rises clustered around like guards. Inside them, Ilunian eyes burned away the Raiyans' privacy through one-way windows. The crater housed perhaps fifteen hundred men, women and children—remnants of villages all over the realm of Raiya. What had become of the other million, Pradah did not know. Perhaps they'd ascended. Certainly they hadn't remained in Raiya; their homeland lay decimated.

      His boots left the clay-rich earth of the crater and slapped concrete. He passed under buildings a thousand levels high, Ilunians stacked within them like termites. A group of Ilunian teenagers snickered at his thick work overalls. The boys and girls sported fake hides, imitating the Raiyans' original dress. They wore their hair long and tied back, as he did. They were his own age but he

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