Disclaimer: This is a draft of a novel in the middle of revision. The final version may vary significantly.
Without further ado, the Prologue from Mancer 2: Of the Divine. Yes, it deliberately parallels the prologue from Mancer 1: Of the Abyss, which I highly recommend reading before Of the Divine (which won't be out until this fall anyway):
The ocean that covered most of the Numen’s first level was clear and sweet. It lapped against diamond sand where tiny long-legged birds spread wings the color of honey as they raced back and forth, plucking drifting seeds from the air. The Numini—those perfect, beautiful sentinels who ruled the divine realm by might and decree—watched the birds’ antics with gentle amusement.
One Numini looked past the white sands and crystal waters below to a realm where the ocean was cold and tasted of salt, where verdant green cascaded across rich earth, and where the mortal creatures lived.
Soon, she thought. She was one of the three arbiters who ruled the Numen, second only to the high justice of her kind.
“I am concerned about the Abyssi,” remarked one of her brothers, a lesser judge. “We have worked for generations to nurture these lines of power, and now they could all be—”
“Have faith,” the arbiter assured him. “Abyssi scrabble at the mortal realm like dogs at a closed door. They always have. They lack the wisdom or discipline to do more than that.”
“But do the mortals have the wisdom to keep the door closed?” the judge challenged.
“Faith,” the arbiter said again. This time it was a clear chastisement.
She knew their children in the mortal world were defenseless. Humans had minds barely capable of comprehending their own existence, and as a consequence lived short and brutal lives. They needed their divine guardians to guide and nurture them. The Abyssi—vicious, mindless beasts of the infernal realm—could fight for sovereignty all they wanted. In the end, it wouldn’t matter.
In the mortal realm, all things served the divine.