In some ways I felt I had prayed to Selinae, as if my fear for my little brother in some way attoned for my badness. I felt a little more awake, a little more as if the knowledge of my evil had lifted a fraction lighter off my shoulders. It clamped down harder again when the Mahid delivered Father's gift to me, the miniature copy of Shefenkas, four eight days later, naked. He was delivered to
Published on July 31, 2009 21:59