They conquered the universe and proclaimed themselves gods. The endless span of worlds was theirs to command. At the height of their power they realized they had but one foe left - death. They saw it as a limit to their power, a gap they could not cross. They named it the Void and in their arrogance they even believed they could defeat it - though in order to do so they had to become one with it. And so the Plague was born. The universe conquered anew.
But there were other gods - those who accepted death and the natural order of things. They believed in evolution. For them, immortality was in the life of a child. It was the true path, paved by a power higher than even they; to perpetually evolve for the better. An infinite universe with endless evolutionary possibilities.
The immortality of the Dead Gods faced off against the evolution of the Elders.
J.C. Bell began writing at a young age. His first short story, Peter and Poon, was a disgusting, offensive, pornographic piece of filth. Unfortunately, his English teacher had no knowledge of its content and read it (thankfully, only the first paragraph) in front of J.C. Bell’s sixth grade English class. Peter and Poon gained immediate attention from the Middle School Principle, various faculty members, and of course, J.C. Bell’s parents. Despite J.C.’s growing popularity among his fellow students, Peter and Poon was a disaster. Remarkably, J.C. Bell’s English teacher managed to set his anger and humiliation aside. And through the ordeal, he somehow taught J.C. to respect reading and writing. After finishing the first two books of his required after school reading, that respect became love. Hundreds of novels later, and that love continues to grow. Some would even argue that, since Peter and Poon, J.C. Bell's writing has somewhat improved.
The first book in The Limited series. A tiny planet holds out hope in a darkening universe.
Infinite Limits was too simple and naive. I often got bored and had to force myself to keep reading. The premise was good, but Infinite Limits got waylaid by tired tropes.
Most of the time it felt like characters were just explaining things to each other for the whole book - meanwhile, not much was going on in terms of plot.
The characters were two-dimensional and lacked depth. I struggled to empathize, relate to, or care about what happened to them.
Infinite Limits was a slow-moving, go-nowhere story that I rushed to finish. It felt like work to read.
The settings in Infinite Limits were difficult to visualise, and there wasn't much world-building. Action scenes were hard to follow and lacked purpose.
The prose was awkward. The descriptions were sparse. When the author did describe something, it was bland and lazy, using cliche-ridden, dumbed down prose. There were many typographical and grammar errors that took me out of the moment, and the cover design and page layout were poor.
way too much too fast, I was interested in this book but within the first 30 pages or so it threw a bunch of characters and situations that were too haphazard just could not read much more