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There are still foxes.
There are still weeds pushing through concrete.
There are still birds that lose their way.
Still allotments that ignore committees.
Still small strips of ground where something wild can pass through if nobody is looking.
Pan knows where they all are.
He has had a long time to learn.
The Last Wild God is a novel-in-stories about an old god finding his place in the modern world, where worship has been replaced by shift work, shrines by supermarkets, and forests by industrial estates, but where life, stubbornly and beautifully, still refuses to disappear.
There are still foxes.
There are still weeds pushing through concrete.
There are still birds that lose their way.
Still allotments that ignore committees.
Still small strips of ground where something wild can pass through if nobody is looking.
Pan knows where they all are.
He has had a long time to learn.
The Last Wild God is a novel-in-stories about an old god finding his place in the modern world, where worship has been replaced by shift work, shrines by supermarkets, and forests by industrial estates, but where life, stubbornly and beautifully, still refuses to disappear.