Essalieyan Chronicles 04 - The Weapon - Plot & Excerpts
“We are all afraid,” she whispered. “I prayed. The night she came, Melanna. I prayed to my mother for a child. For the child she has long denied me. I always wondered—I wonder still—if it is because of my weakness, my anger, my inability to simply forgive.“I don’t know. Perhaps the gods do listen to those who aren’t born with their blood; Veralaan came after the prayer.”“There is no god of Mercy,” Melanna said bitterly. “No. Only the Mother.”“Where are the other damn gods?” Melanna snapped harshly. “Where are the heroes? Where are the men who could stand against those—those—” She lifted a hand to her face.“You know the answer,” was the bitter reply; they were of a mind this evening. “But I—” “She won’t see you.”“She will,” the Mother’s Daughter said, without stiffness or determination. “Because she sent for me.”“Don’t—” Melanna gripped Emily’s arms. Her wide fingers would leave bruises there, but it was unintentional.
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