“like a thing that runs the world, yah? When something grows, or dies, the Jaggenmire make that happen. There is Herr, and his sister Frue, who is also his wife. And she makes things stop, and he makes things go, but neither can—” “—make life on their own,” Marasi said. “Yah!” he said. “Ruin and Preservation,” she said. “The old Terris gods. They’re one now. Harmony.” “No, they were always one,” Allik said. “And always apart. Very odd, very complex.
