Aching God (Iconoclasts, #1)

by Mike Shel

Belech followed her, simply raising his flanged mace above his freshly shaven head. “I hold Busy Marlu with this end, and I try to hit things on the head with this end.”

“I know man very well,” hissed the beautiful, dark-haired creature, drawing another sip from his crystal goblet. “When he can’t be brought to heel with the whip, he can be bought for a coin, a crown, or a cunt. Man is an animal; we gods are his masters.”