Having fulfilled his duty once again and with the most imminent dangers receding into the distance, it’s time to depart. The Golem posts his final entry.
The day-to-day returns, but the sense of danger is still palpable to the Golem and Ruth. Reluctantly, he returns to his blog, this time with a prompt.
With his old life again behind him, The Golem returns to looking ahead to what’s next—or at least trying—and finally gets around to answering some reader email.
A pause in the action, as the Golem recounts important moments in the brothels and strip clubs from his past, both recent and not-so-recent.
On the run from the kidnappers, the Golem remembers the child he first met when he too was new.
After his odd job draws to a close, the Golem, still on protection duty, realizes a new task lies ahead.
The day after being roped into his latest protection duties, The Golem faces new threats—and a history of unstoppable devotion.
“From the day Samuel Halevi pointed at the little boy lecturing to a passel of scholars and said, ‘He carries a bright flame. No one must put it out,’ I was a protector.” The Golem falls into an old role.
Ruth catches up on the blog, and a reader entreats The Golem to explain the intricacies of his relationship.
Running across a story about a shrimp-like creature that survived where few thought anything could live, the Golem recalls the time he hunted the Aepyornis.
After a friend comments on the antisocial nature of this blog, The Golem ruminates on the true purpose of blogging, and whether “first” is more meaningful than previously thought.
Even a being formed out of clay a thousand years ago has to make a living in today’s world. The Golem returns, and reveals an array of especially odd jobs.