Luneshale Pass pantano

the shriek, the child—safe, she thought, in Qiao’s clutching jaws. her eyes turned to the enemy, and anger overtook fear as Rashepses dragged this damned figure toward her. all others were then engaged and occupied, and Toula snarled only to the dead-eyed man brought forth to his deliverer, Ammit awaits, 
before she struck, and struck true—the act she thought would be so difficult to do too terribly easy as she thought of Safiya, as she thought of the boy limp in the mouth of the Hemet, as she thought of her daughters and her sons—
they were Gods, she and her husband, and today They delivered Justice.