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“They are fearsome,” he sunk his cheek into Toula’s palm, laughing as her belly stirred and squirmed. His night touch drove their voiceless selves to swarm their mother. He pulled her tighter against his chest.

“I would name them for you, My Sun. For us. Akashingo are a people of stone; Ta-senet the denizens of the river. Our children will be the horizon where land meets water: Gods of Sky.”

His strong arms wrapped over her swell protectively. “I want to see your face in Them.”