c.o.’s monthly updates—september 2025
hello everyone! i hope the last month and the seasons changing (happy autumn or spring, depending on where you are!) has been kind to you. it’s been a lot for me, but i have some very big news!
against the advice some people have given me, and probably against my better judgment, i am announcing my intended publishing date now: september 29th, 2026. that’s right! 364 days from now, sons of god will be released, come hell or high water.
the reason i’m telling you all this now instead of waiting is honestly for my own benefit; i’ll be more focused and determined knowing that people expect something from me by a certain point. i’ve been working on this for a lot longer than most of you know, and i only very recently felt a lot of things click into place with it. a few days ago, i realized that all of this is something i’m actually doing. i’m writing a novel that i want people to see, and i’m making a lot of progress finally!
all of the realizations i’ve had recently have honestly been more than a little intimidating, and i’m definitely scared. but something in my brain has finally given way, and i’m able to figure out everything i need to do in what order now that i’ve given myself all of these deadlines. all i can say is that i hope you can wish me luck, and that you’ll enjoy the final result. <3 for now, here’s your monthly snippet. enjoy the beginning of whatever season you’re experiencing, and i’ll see you all next month!
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Lowering himself to sit on the grass, Lucifer offered his hand to an approaching wolf, which sniffed his palm before flopping down at his side with a puff of air. Lucifer smiled down at it, scratching between its ears before sighing. "What is it like to be a beast, I wonder? You can frolic in the grass all day without a thought."
"Are you displeased with the role I have given you, Lucifer?"
The Lord's voice came from between the trees, and Lucifer startled along with the wolf as He strode into the clearing, His hands clasped at His front. "Have you forgotten what I have told you?"
As the wolf rose and scampered away, Lucifer nearly threw himself forward onto his hands and knees, pressing his forehead against the grass and squeezing his eyes shut. "Forgive me, Father. I let my weariness show; I am happy to serve you."
"You are the prince of Heaven. Out of all of my creations, you alone are the one I have deemed worthy to be my hands."
"But why am I worthy?" The words were an accident and almost a whine as Lucifer lifted his gaze just enough to see the hem of the Lord's white robe. "Every day, I sit on that throne, and I do not feel worthy. Surely there is someone more capable than I—I am not made to be your prince." Because what else was Lucifer beside His?
Silence from the Lord, then: "It is your humility. When you doubt yourself and deny the wonder of others—as you do with every breath you take—I know that you have not been made arrogant."
Lucifer's shame was virtuous, then, but a flicker of a thought in the back of his mind wondered why it was so exhausting. But he was good; the Lord had made him good. Surely he could not be made wrong.
"Rise," and Lucifer did, "so I may tell you why I have called you here. You will build a cathedral in the north, and you will lead all of Heaven in worship of me."
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