Part-Time Gods (DFZ, #2)

by Rachel Aaron

I’m only human.

“If he actually cherished me, he wouldn’t be doing this.” “If you understood anything, you wouldn’t be making him,”

Shamanism’s emphasis on intuition and changing casting protocols to match the needs of each individual and situation made it unappealing to corporations.

They wanted magic that would work the same way every time, even if it was less powerful, less efficient, and took more resources.

“I care because you are me,” the city said, frustrated. “I’m the spirit of a city. I don’t get to wake up and choose who I’ll be each day. You decide that. You and everyone else who calls me home. You’re the ones who define me, so if I want to change, I have to start with you.”

I’m defined by my lack of restrictions, but that doesn’t mean I want to be the pit where everyone goes to do their terrible things.

“One person in a city of nine million might not seem important, but pile up enough, help them succeed and put down roots, and the city itself will change.

I was only human, after all.