We worship Him not because He is the best of our gods, but because He is, or was, the greatest killer among them.

Calling something exotic emphasizes its distance from the reader. We don't refer to things as exotic if we think of them as ordinary. We call something exotic if it's so different that we see no way to emulate it or understand how it came to be. We call someone exotic if we aren't especially interested in viewing them as people - just as objects representing their culture.

You are what your creators and experiences have made you, like every other being in this universe. Accept that and be done; I tire of your whining.

Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?

There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.

...and when I lift my head to scream out my fury, a million stars turn black and die. No one can see them, but they are my tears.

If the gods do decide to wipe us out, is it such a bad thing? Maybe we've earned a little annihilation.