Books inspire, make you laugh, cry, condemn, love, but can't make you go against your nature. Books can’t force you. Depraved humanity does that.
About the Author
I am a full-time optician and part-time writer from the UK. I live with my wife and two wonderful children and, due to such a hectic lifestyle, I’m in a perpetual, coffee-induced stupor. In my early years, I attended a Church of England school but, after becoming increasingly interested in Greek, Egyptian and Roman mythology, decided that any god figure was just as questionable as the next. Today, I immerse myself in ancient literature, and enjoy tearing vast chasm-like holes in the world's religious doctrines.
Legends are borne from the passage of time, but are rarely ever worthy of such status or acclaim. They are used as benchmarks, role models for us lesser mortals, something to aspire towards—but who, in all honesty, wants to be immortalised as a barbaric, blood-hungry warmonger? Well, if your name's Muhammad, you might raise your hand.
The threat of Hell to many religious folk is enough to leave them whimpering in a corner with their knees pulled up to their chest, and ready to sprint to the nearest confession box. But what if Hell was the greatest lie to have ever been formulated?