We live our lives in a graveyard of gods. Pantheon after pantheon fades, their worship falls silent, and the blood of their sacrifices dries and flakes. Only their ghosts linger. Their half-forgotten names adorn our calendars, clothes, and sports stadiums, our cities, and the broken inscriptions on the ruins of their temples.But perhaps those fallen gods still whisper. Whisper in the hidden places of the world, and at the edge of our hearing. In dark forests and the depths of space...