I have never feared the storm
Sah nodded, easily accepting the vague answer. "Same here. I was out hunting and saw it." At her question, he eyed the bone offering. It was beautifully carved. Glancing back at Rhiannon, he tilted his head. "That depends. If it's for Ludo, I don't know them well enough to say. But if it's for Mort, I think it'll do just fine. He's incredibly kind." The Wild Thunder would never forget the comfort that the God of Death had given him so many years ago.
How a herald as chaotic, mischievous, and frankly sadistic as Ludo was bound to a god as gentle as Mort, Sah didn't understand. But who truly understood death in the first place?
How a herald as chaotic, mischievous, and frankly sadistic as Ludo was bound to a god as gentle as Mort, Sah didn't understand. But who truly understood death in the first place?
Sah
