This, Quellen knew, was the beginning of a nightmare. “I have not loaded the dice,” he said.
No one had ever out-rolled Elymas . . . but Quellen had.
Elymas knew the blind seer but refused to acknowledge him. What did that mean?
Torchlights, fat with rushes, flickered at intervals along the walls. One bunch was so fat that it broke apart, the fallen half left to burn on the floor.
Drask. Now there was a god he could understand. A god of the belly, a god who listened to everyday worries and cares.
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Asher had staggered about the room, witching, flailing, smoke pouring out of his orifices, burning from the inside. He’d collapsed in a pile of smoking grease.
On the day he’d pulled the body from the vat and found it viable, he’d hugged it with a joy almost indescribable.
Of course, Oren Whitehair had been telling the truth.
Dementia often occurred in the final stages of Lud Sellum poisoning, and Elymas wondered if this was happening now.