Reflections on the writings in a quest

Her mirthless laughter sounds like water breaking on rocks:

"What is a god that his voice should carry so far? And what are you that you should so eagerly obey?

The gods only have dominion over what we cede. And you would cede matters of life and death to them."

I'm quite taken by this memorable moment in "A Servant of Death", especially in the way that it questions agency and choice.