“Are you going to cast me out for lying to you?” I asked, quietly. “Or kill me? Or smite me…or whatever it is you gods do when you’ve had enough of an untrustworthy mortal meddling in your business?” “Smite you?” Dravyn laughed a quiet, humorless laugh. “No, Sparrow. I am not going to smite you. I’m not in the mood today.” “But maybe you will be tomorrow?” “We’ll see.”
