This book seeks to capture an aesthetic characteristic of the works of such authors as J. R. R. Tolkien, Terry Pratchett, H. P. Lovecraft, Neil Gaiman, and George R. R. Martin (among others), authors who tell vast, epic stories through the intimate viewpoint of complex characters. While ever irreverent, quirky, and, perhaps, a bit profane, it’s, nonetheless, a story of flawed deities who can be selfish, insecure, humorous, short-sighted, and just as frustrated with the trials of their lives as the mortal humans with whom they interact.

The story is told through narratively self-contained chapters (for the most part) with their own beginnings, middles, and ends, usually chronicling one of the Divine Dozen going about the daily grind of being a god. We follow Macabre, the God of Death, through a depression sparked by a letter from the mother of a son taken too early. We watch Aquamarine, the Goddess of Water, and her on-again-off-again relationship with an octopus-headed demon of the deep. And we see Grandfather Clock, the God of Time, forced to come to terms with the loss of an old flame struck by terminal illness.