Extraits

‘Faith can do wonderful things, you said so yourself to me. You believed it so strongly that you left everything behind.’

‘I said people should be free to choose.’

‘They will choose me, or they are fools.’

Mortals were a riot of thoughts, and gods could see the colours they made, twisting the air about them with their more powerful emotions.

Each person's colours were different, bright, manipulable. Skedi could tell a liar from a lover, a joker from a fraud

The people with the sharpest edges sometimes hid the deepest wounds.

People make gods, and, for better or worse, gods make people.We show each other for what we truly are. Yearning beings, desperate for love, power, safety