‘You seem less worried about it than I am.’ ‘The gods are taking us in order. Youngest first.’ Again that grin. ‘Atta fell to ghouls in Ullaswater. Then a dead man pulled Sjau into the bog at Fenmire. Sex took an arrow from a Conaught bowman. So Fimm’s next, not me.’ And all of a sudden I found myself scared as hell.
