“Gods. And the ones we had back there were the puny ones, mind you.” “What do you mean?” Om sighed. “It’s reasonable, isn’t it? Think about it. The stronger ones hang around the edge, where there’s prey…I mean, people. The weak ones get pushed out to the sandy places, where people hardly ever go—” “The strong gods,” said Brutha, thoughtfully. “Gods that know about being strong.” “That’s right.” “Not gods that know what it feels like to be weak…” “What? They wouldn’t last five minutes. It’s a god-eat-god world.” “Perhaps that explains something about the nature of gods. Strength is hereditary.
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