I had my fire-ship, Gullveig-Heid, and an army of fanatical half-demon worshippers. What more could I want? I thought. What could possibly go wrong?
All right. Call it denial. I was enjoying myself at last. For the first time, I was a real god, and maybe—just maybe—it went to my head. But can you blame me, after all, with everything I’d been through? I was in my element. I had my fire-ship, Gullveig-Heid, and an army of fanatical half-demon worshippers. What more could I want? I thought. What could possibly go wrong?
