“Dolor occasionally let us pull off one of her legs, though that was unpleasant—the bones were hollow and filled with tiny, luminous beetle-like creatures that swam and bit. Kalmaddoth gave us spare eyes, like fat, pearly melons. The Armored Prince would shudder, until one of its pincers shrugged off the hard case of its shell and was left slick and pink—” “I get the idea,” Hark interrupted sharply. He did not want to think of the greater gods surrendering their relics with a terrible meekness, barely understanding why.
