“Gods?” said Xeno. “We don’t bother with gods. Huh. Relics of an outmoded belief system, gods.” There was a rumble of thunder from the clear evening sky. “Except for Blind Io the Thunder God,” Xeno went on, his tone hardly changing. Lightning flashed across the sky. “And Cubal the Fire God,” said Xeno. A gust of wind rattled the windows. “Flatulus the God of the Winds, he’s all right too,” said Xeno. An arrow materialized out of the air and hit the table by Xeno’s hand. “Fedecks the Messenger of the Gods, one of the all-time greats,” said Xeno.
