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633 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 7, 2023
“He suddenly understood the sentence of death that every one of God’s victims lived under.”
"Why must we fight?"
The Loruthi never wanted a war with the Palleseen and, to their credit, the Palleseen didn't particularly want a war with them either. For some decades the two powers had tested the bounds of one another's political influence around the map while their merchant classes happily made deals across every table in every civilized port. The problem lay in both states having very definite and incompatible ideas about what to do with the rest of the world.
The Loruthi wanted to make it a part of their economic system and the Pals their ideological system. Both of which meant Who gets the money, just that the Loruthi took a higher percentage but the Pals also set fire to your church.
Hell arrives like this. Every free hand working at the sides of the tent, bringing the canvas down. The end of one show, the beginning of a private performance. The porch outside becomes a tessellation of stretchers as the bearers drop their burdens. An early harvest clamouring for attention.
"I don't care if they're Pals. I don't care if they're killers.They've sworn. You've got to give them the chance."
"You don't know." God playing the wounded card. "What it's like. Every time someone makes that oath and breaks it. It takes from me, Yasnic. It's the wound in me that I can't heal."
Mazdek, the Cleansing Flame, doing battle with the stinking rot god Sturge of the Unclean Sacristy, the ancient struggle of destruction, growth, decay and renewal that was the order of the universe. Ancient enemies whose very enmity was the spine of creation. A thousand tales, a thousand-year body of knowledge and story and wisdom. All gone, all gone, and just one sad old woman and foolish old man left, and the tiny, guttering embers of their gods.
The one lesson not taught in the Palleseen phalansteries, not acknowledged by their Commission of Ends and Means. That all things end.
"'You wouldn’t,' the Maric whispers and God lifts an eyebrow because the one thing every man of faith should know is that you don’t tempt the divine.”
