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which was why there were fifty agents swinging a blade like Auric to every sorcerer in the League.
I love these meta moments sprinkled throughout the book, like Easter eggs for the fantasy roleplaying readers.
One sorcerer from Auric’s early Syraeic days had a penchant for levitating food to his mouth at meals.
Now I know what I’m doing with Mage Hand the next time I play a wizard.
Pain sent by the gods as instruction? It smacked of a cliché he loathed above all others: All that happens, happens for a purpose. The notion rankled him. It was his conviction that learning came to spite suffering, not because of it. Philosophers and priests who believed pain was a blessing in disguise could go fuck themselves.
Job asked the same question, but I was pleasantly surprised to find it in a book based on playing D&D!
“Whether the Heavens beckon or Hells await, get thee gone! Life’s cord has frayed, it has reached its end! Depart this mortal plane at last!”
Moments like these make the faiths of The Aching God feel alive.
“Or perhaps what you believe is your waking life is the dream. Perhaps you never left the temple. None of us did.”
I had a moment where I thought this was potentially a “this is an actual gaming session!” hint.
“Belu w-wept,” he heard Belech whimper behind him.
Again, the religion feels real, lived in.
At this uncomfortably close range, he could see the effigy glistened with a noisome mucus, like some colossal, nightmarish amphibian.
An homage to Temple of the Frog?
“Or worse,” Sira continued. “Fear that burns your most dearly held beliefs and principles to ash. A sort of…absolute moral ruin.”
Loved this passage.
Get out of your mind, chuckled Lenda. Where is it you think you stand now, little man?
Auric took a step forward, dragging the tip of the Djao sword along the spongy flagstones as he did. The Aching God screamed.
This was the “on my feet applauding” moment of the book.
