Elena.
I have to think her name twice before it comes into focus. The last time I saw her—did I? At the lake? Before the lake? Everything from that day comes back in splinters.
Odin thinks she is dead. Ra thinks she is moving through the dark in ways I cannot yet see.
I think I don’t know enough. Neither god has an answer for that one. There’s a reason it’s the one thing they agree to disagree on.
He was raised to be a ritual tool in the Apuseni mountains. He fell in love with the woman his clan kidnapped for a sex ritual, and chose to spend the rest of his exsistence guarding her from the shadows. Who Is Asdar? Asdar is a Dacian priest from Romania’s Apuseni mountains, born into a…
One of them speaks. The language is pre-linguistic, more vibration than words, but Rhea understands it the way bone understands gravity.
“Fee-fi-fo-fum.” Old magic, even here. A nursery rhyme that won’t be written for ten thousand years, already encoded in their DNA. “I smell the blood of a god-born one.”
Rhea laughs. It comes out broken, half-sob, but it’s still a laugh.
She spreads her arms — blood on her hands, the stones pulsing brighter behind her.
“So,” she says, voice raw and terrible and utterly, devastatingly Elena. “Who wants to get pounded on the head with a stone?”
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