@Althalosian-is-the-father book
“Look,” he said.
He held out both of his hands, palms out, and slowly lifted them up. Soàki looked around, disguising his amazement, but he heard Ashley inhale next to him. All around the room which had been crowded before stretched hundreds of multicolored strings like decorations made of yarn had been over enthusiastically strung over the place. They were all glowing slightly and melted into different colors. So continuously it was hard to tell them apart. Each one was attached to someone in the room and many attached the gods to each other, as well as stretching out of the room into the night outside.
“These,” Gaiesh said, are the threads of destiny.”
He snatched one out of the air, the colors bringing a little bit of light to his gaunt face, his bitter looking eyes reflecting their brightness.
“This,” he said, wrapping it around his hand, the string loosening under his touch, “is what controls you all.” His eyes flickered between the different colors. “All your life is written here,” he said softly. “For those who can see it. If I wished I could see what your life is tomorrow. Or,” he said looking directly at Ashley, I could tell you when you die”
To her credit Ashley didn’t back down. “Interesting,” she said disinterestedly.
Gaiesh smiled and released the string, and with a wave of his hand the room returned to normal, the gods danced on, not noticing what had occurred. “Indeed,” he said, and something gone too fast for Soáki to see it flashed on his face. “Indeed it is.”
~Gods of Brooklyn