Oloru slumped against the tree, shivering and shedding tears, white as death, calling to the gods piteously… — Tanith Lee
Oloru slumped against the tree, shivering and shedding tears, white as death, calling to the gods piteously.
“The gods?” inquired Sovaz. “You know they have no care for men. For yourself, what do you need with gods?”
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