Page 217 of The Gods Veiling
Kyzen sits on one side of them and I take a seat on the opposite couch. I plan to stay right here until she opens her eyes again.
“I have a discomforting sensation in my chest. It’s been present since our Pairing and it always has to do with her.”
“What? So do I,” Kyzen says as he sits up straight, glances at Amick, then at me. “What about you? Has Riven said anything?”
I take a large gulp of tea and let the heat settle inside of me. “We’ll talk when she wakes up.”
They both stare at me, but I stare at her.
My internal war continues to clash with the forces of the Beginning Gods. Nothing is as it was a month ago. No answer seems like the right one anymore.
To remove her soul from them, I’m afraid would change them in a devastating way. To leave it will leave her as a shell of herself, eventually.
But maybe it won’t. It hasn’t seemed to change her yet.
What happens if it gradually does?
Am I helping or harming her by keeping her soul separate from mine?
I don’t fucking know.
I don’t know, but I know I’m not willing to gamble with her life like that.
Riven
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“Psst, psst, torch lamps, have you any oil?
Yes, Riven, yes, Riven, three lanterns full.
One for the frontside, one for the back,
And one for every single fissure and crack.
Psst, psst, torch lamps, will you burn so bright?
Yes, Riven, yes, Riven, till the morning light.”
My giggle travels through the air as I skip around Daddy Gladdy’s house. How lucky he and his Valtrue are to have such a secluded area away from all of us poor weakling gods.
Amick’s going to revoke my permission to enter his room when he realizes I’ve stolen some of his torch lamps.
Worth it.
I can’t wait to see this baby go BOOM.
The oil I dump around the perimeter of their house smells dreadful. I have to keep pausing my humming to sneeze. It’s really fucking my mood off and taking the enjoyment out of this.
Never fear, though, I push through it.
“Whipitty,dropitty, drip,
The god pulled out his whip.
The whip struck four,
The angel ran red.
