Dreadgod (Cradle, #11)

by Will Wight

Ziel walked over to the other box, and Lindon cleared his throat. “Apologies, but I had intended to give that one to Mercy.” Ziel gave him a dead-eyed stare. “Mercy.” “The Dreadgod mentioned her by name. He didn’t mention you.” “…is Mercy here?” “Ah, no. I do intend to make you one, just in case! Once I find more materials.” “You’re going to make me one. Later. Instead of giving me the one right here.” Lindon winced. “The Silent King mentioned Mercy, so I can’t help but feel that she’s in more danger.” “Couldn’t the Sage of the Silver Heart make her something like this? And if she can’t, wouldn’t her family provide you with the materials?” Lindon’s face heated. He hadn’t thought of that. Dross slipped his voice into Lindon’s mind. [I thought of it. But I was hoping for this moment.] “My sincere apologies, Ziel. I would be honored if you would take that construct.” “Thanks.” Ziel picked up the box from the ground and removed the white-and-purple clamshell construct from inside.