/lit/ - Literature

>my fantasy novel about fledgling gods cannibalizing each other to ascend is too edgy to be published
How do I cope, lads?

>>9139259
I get excited for projects, consider all of the possibilities, write snippets, and then end up trashing them as I sit and wait for a "new idea" to crop up.

>posthuman fantasy world is being re-originated by sentient magic from a parallel dimension; the protagonist goes from being a doomsday fanatic to a shepherd on a holy pilgrimage to a mecca that's shielded from the pursuant destruction
>fantasy noir detective story from the perspective of a man who is a magical deadzone
>apocalyptic furfag-riddled shithole dredges up the lost civilization of man - in crass attempts at emulating a culture they see as superior to their own, they unwittingly set the stage of their resurrection
>the corpse of god washes up on shore, everything that has tasted of its flesh is now afflicted with the overpowering need to consume the rest, mutating and developing greater divine power with each vessel
>gas station attendant discovers that his occupation is the only thing stopping terrible folkloric creatures from running amok in New Jersey
>world-hopping traveler discovers that every planet's downfall is caused by clowns
>the last humans to ever die before the destruction of earth become invaluable currency for the archdukes of Hell

the foul, maddening buzz
weighing on his head
Such a furious welcome home,
unfit for the Sovereign
who tends to his skull-sized
lonely domain
and the crass, miserly
pleasures of his palate
still entranced by
the simple joys of summertime
the bloodred lust,
the rich, luxuriant warmth of
a june morning
Oh the benevolent promise of boyhood:
the many fleeting victories encased
in glass
and sweet, ornamental jewels
taunting
flashing her crystalline charms
flirting with the want
straining on your bones,
nestled in the marrow
like the clay of the sculptor,
like the grief of the drunk;
prodding at those
delusional spirits
tending
to the green of your greed
-- exultant
of the most high,
fortunes of stature
fortunes eternal
fortunes everlasting!
these familiar, sour temptations
they still buzz
purring in their sleep
cold, subdued, squandered
sunken
in the rust
of that old abundant Kingdom
throned by conceit,
then devoured

>>8054973
Is it too edgy to have a fantasy novel end in the protagonist eating a baby? It's a novel about cannibal fledgling gods.