Despair was a familiar taste on Caliban’s tongue. But underneath it, something stirred. Something that he thought the demon had driven out forever, something he had long since given up. For the first time since that long ago exorcism, Caliban felt the presence of his god. They taught you very early in the temple that the Dreaming God did not make bargains. A demon had a bargain for everything. The Dreaming God did what He deemed necessary.
