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He fell from the stars, with no name, no past—and a power that could end everything. Kael wakes in a peaceful village with no memory of who he was. But things around him break—quietly, beautifully, fatally. A touch heals. A whisper shatters stone. Emotions bend reality. Every nightmare he has? A warning. Unknown to him, entities of pure entropy known as the Nullifiers watch from the shadows, manipulating his life to trigger the one thing they desire: a catastrophic outburst that will unravel this universe like the last. Kael’s only chance at survival—and redemption—is to master what destroyed everything before… without destroying everything again. A story of found family, cosmic responsibility, and the crushing weight of power. Will he become a god of salvation… or oblivion? "Be small. Be calm. Be nothing." That was the plan. Until she smiled at him—and everything started to burn.

Blaze of Glory A fart-propelled sniper. A time-traveling scientist with a broken hand. A sentient custard blob humming Glenn Miller. Together, they will accidentally break time, punch a god, and save existence from being edited into a bland Wikipedia entry. It starts on D-Day, 1944. Dr. Juniper Flux, a future-born, sarcasm-loaded chronologist with a glitchy time machine and a chroniton-infected arm, crash-lands smack into World War II. She’s supposed to observe quietly. Instead, she teams up with Hank Rigby — a flatulent sniper-poet with Dragonbone scars, a tragic past, and exactly zero impulse control. Together, they dodge Nazis, awaken a sentient custard blob named Yoggy, and ruin the multiverse's carefully curated silence. History gets rewritten. Gods get angry. One explodes from emotional oversaturation. Fifteen years later, the universe is broken. Entire timelines are being "shushed" by Reapers — cosmic librarians with giant scissors who hate jazz, love order, and really want everyone to just be quiet forever. Enter: the Custard Rebellion. Now, armed with a memory-firing revolver, a jazz-powered war mech, timeline tacos, and the collective trauma of an exploded pantheon, Juni, Hank, Kaelen Thorn (the last god of noise), and Yoggy must sing, scream, fart, and fight their way to the heart of the Greater — a being trying to delete every spark of emotion from reality. It’s loud. It’s messy. It’s glorious. And it smells faintly of burned tortillas and cosmic regret. [five star] “Finally, a book that combines time travel, emotional damage, jazz warfare, sentient desserts, and fart-based heroics. I laughed, I cried, I loudly declared war on the Reapers using only a kazoo. If you don’t read this, you hate fun.” Deadpool (Probably)