“Why do you call me ‘Mizrah’?” I asked. “Isn’t she one of your lesser goddesses?” Goll had called me that earlier tonight, and he hadn’t explained why. Meck’s yellow eyes widened slightly. But it was his brother Ferryn who stepped closer and replied, “She isn’t a lesser goddess. She wasn’t a goddess at all. She was a mortal fae.” “Truly?” He nodded, blinking his eyes curiously at me. “You do not know the tales of Mizrah, the mate of Vix?” “One of his concubines, you mean.” He blinked those unique eyes at me again. “Vix, our chief god, had only one companion. Her name was Mizrah.”
