What could stop a god, Marasi Colms? Any guesses?” “Another god,” Marasi whispered. “Congratulations,” MeLaan said, pulling open the door. “You’ve found proof of something that terrifies us. Think on that for a while, before you go around accusing Harmony—or the kandra—of anything. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go try to hang myself properly.” She slipped away, closing the door behind her. Another god, Marasi thought, standing in the darkness. Not Harmony, not Ruin, not Preservation.
