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All that mattered was the story. The myths that made gods, brought them to life in their shrines. Stories bind hope and love to make it faith.
She had never understood it, why humans chose, again and again, gods who abused their love, and demanded their pain. Were gods and humans just as bad as each other?
Some truths are too bright to look at directly, that is why they couch them in paper.
‘Gods balance our access to power. They belong to everyone, not just the wealthy. Like our lands belong to everyone, not just the king.’
‘The best of people comes with their freedom,’
It isn’t wise to swing dicks against a man whose cock is crowned with gold. It would hurt.’
‘He had my heart and lost it,’ said Elo calmly. ‘My head is not on offer.’
‘Why does it always come to this?’ she said. ‘That power changes, and knowledge burns?’
History is for guidance, said Telle. Threads from different cloths that we stitch together. It is not instruction.
Knowledge can bring pain in place of ignorance, terror in place of hope. Whatever place your strength has come from, it is still yours. You choose what to do with it.
Nothing was more frightening than a smart woman with a vendetta and a plan.
