Fairspell Meadow And a black car that matches your blackest soul

Her eyes narrowed. We're not - nuts, Melody said a little hotly, thinking of Senmut. She was more offended on his behalf than her own. If she was honest with herself, she hadn't yet found much attachment to the religion she was meant to follow.

But maybe this was the beginning of the shift she had been waiting for. Gods are important in Akashingo, that's all, She added, ears still tilted back in displeasure. But I'm not crazy or anything. None of us are.