Hushed Willows Sacrifice, he just wants to help; holds the world like a baby

His mother. Reverie perked up a little, but her ears flattened when he asked if the small gods were her friends. She shook her head.

We don't get along, no, She murmured with a hint of a bitter smile. They tried to take my daughter, once. What did your mother tell you about gods? This talk of gods was something she hadn't dared broach since Lestan; since John had come here and spoken to her of the Holy Spirit. Boone had made it clear that there was no room for religion in the home they'd made. And she didn't mind it, not really, but she couldn't quite shake the belief either.

There were gods out there. She knew that. But her husband was the only religion she needed.