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613 pages, Paperback
First published October 11, 2011
Nahadoth’s shape was the only thing that had not changed since the days of his enslavement, for I felt his power now, gloriously whole and terrible, a weight upon the very air. Chaos and darkness, pure and unleashed.Ruin me, dzaddy. Goddamn.
“I want someone who is mine. I… I don’t even know…” I sighed. “The Three, Nsana, they are the Three. Three facets of the same diamond, whole even when separate. No matter how far apart they drift, they always, always, come back together eventually. That closeness…” It was what Shahar had with Deka, I realized: a closeness that few outsiders would ever comprehend or penetrate. More than blood-deep—soul-deep. She hadn’t seen him for half her life and she’d still betrayed me for him. What would it be like to have that kind of love for myself?My heart broke for this godling who was going through a metamorphosis that he couldn't control. A few months ago, I would be in the same boat, wondering why I couldn't get that all-consuming specialised love where you're so certain of your place in the other person(s). But I gave up on romantic love, so I could only appreciate the poetry of his longing.
“Never to be satisfied?” Her fingers played with my hair gently. “I suppose.” I shrugged. “I’ve learned to deal with it. What else can I do?”Boy yes, fucking same.
”I tell you this so that you can relax. You’ll listen more closely if you aren’t flinching every other instant, waiting for the pratfall. “I find such things disingenuous, so I will simply tell the tale as I lived it.This time, the narrator is Sieh the Trickster and I must confess that his voice worked deliciously for me. He's good and bad, generous and mean, passionate and tired, courageous and fearful, all at the same time.
My mother was dead, but she got better. My father and I had been imprisoned, but we’d won our way free. My other father was still a murdering, betraying bastard, though, and nothing would ever change that, no matter how much penance he served.
Casting an uneasy glance at her still-naked blade, I considered several lies — then decided the truth was so outrageous that she might believe it more readily. “I’m a godling, sent by an organization of godlings based in Shadow. We think you might be trying to destroy the world. Could you, perhaps, stop?”
“Did you play with dolls as a mortal girl?”
“I was Darre. Dolls were for boys.”
Most of mortalkind had no idea what war really meant anymore. They could not imagine the famine and rapine and disease, not on such a scale. Oh, they feared it of old, and the memory of the ultimate war — our War — had burned itself into the souls of every race. But that would not stop them from unleashing its full fury again and learning too late what they had done.
Within its white walls I had been starved, raped, flayed, and worse. I had been a god reduced to a possession, and the humiliation of those days had not left me despite a hundred years of freedom. And yet … I remembered my orrery, and En pulsed in gentle sympathy against my chest. I remembered running through Sky’s wild, curving dead spaces, making them my own. I had found Yeine here; without thinking, I began to hum the lullaby I had once sung her. It had not been all suffering and horror. Life is never only one thing.
"The Heavens and the Hells: Several thousand small universes built to house the souls of deceased mortals and gods. Each of the Three created some of them. As the term implies, some are pleasant and some are not. Souls are drawn to the heaven or hell that most closely resonates with their personality in life."- The Inheritance Trilogy Non-Wiki: Darr