Amir put the book he had been reading away with a sigh. He had spent the night with Soren, who had not taken the news of his new position well. The Great Goddess was a name of fear and dark tales in the cities, and even Iberto’s friendliness and decency on their journey could not entirely erase those old fears for either of them. Then, early that morning, the Word-Weaver had formally Called Soren before the High Altar. It had been a shock and a wonder, and the joy of it still reverberated through him. But Soren had left with his goddess to begin his training, and Amir returned to the old library and his hunt.
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Today's another 'pretend to function' day. Thinking PMS. But! Managed to get some writing done. 709 words added to A Smear of Blood