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Beings of power, spirits, given life and will by people’s love and fear until they became strong enough to exploit. Humans were foolish creatures, and gods were cruel.
Whatever the godkiller was expecting, it was not the harelike face and antlers of the squirrel-sized god that poked its nose out of Inara’s cuff, his feathered wings tucked tightly against his back. Skedi looked like a cross between a hare, a deer, and a bird.
There was no reason to handle truth like glass. It wouldn’t break on arrival. The truth was the truth.
“Funerals are for the living,” said Kissen as she noticed Inara looking. “The dead don’t mind what the world does to them.”
People make gods, and, for better or worse, gods make people. We show each other for what we truly are. Yearning beings, desperate for love, power, safety.”
“You are worth more than you think. You are still alive; make something of it. Of life, not death.”
“What happened to us does not define us, what we do next is what matters.”
“I am not safe,” she said. “I am dangerous. And I am going with you to avenge my mother, to avenge Kissen. This is the last time I will be left behind.”
