Lion Head Mesa a whispering god

the ministering of the priest halted for a moment, arms falling back into the water as surprise crossed his face — and then knowing.

"our Semer-wati informed me that tavina had trespassed against the gods. he expects an example made of her before them."

the only example, senmut slowly realized, was himself, his weak capitulation to god and to wealth. machiavelli was careful; machiavelli did not trust in his safety, and for that was the red priest stricken anew.

his wet palms raised to cup the debonair face even in its torment. "tell me."