“I’m not afraid of you,” she said, and the words came out surprisingly steady. His eyebrows arched, slightly, in a silent question. She hesitated, reaching for the words and continued, “I know you said I should be afraid of you. Because the gods aren’t kind.” She tilted her head, and her headband unsteadied in her hair. “Can’t you be the exception?” “You misunderstood me.” His voice was low, empty; mountains carved into shells. “I’m not unkind because the gods are unkind. It is true enough that they are not kind, not a single one of them, but you must understand that I am the worst of them all.”
Book:The Heartless Divine