"'Nother example. The changing waters have revealed the bones of old war machines that got piled up there, some say when the river changed the first time. Not all of the bones be crumbling either."
"By the Saints and Martyrs. So now the priests are saying that those 'bones' as you call them are to be resurrected and used against those that refuse to bow to himself. But in reality it is probably just fruitless busy work. I'm sure the on the other side of it the university archaeologists are screaming at the top of their lungs to put off all the foolishness of war so that they can go in and study the contraptions and the priests are using that as yet one more way to stir people up."
Looking off towards the setting sun as I grilled the monkey meat with a few local herbs that I'd found while I'd been swishing my axe I said, “I could have been a good wife. I tried to be a good wife even when I wasn’t sure what that meant. He didn’t want a wife, but a … a plaything. I was never more to him than a pawn in whatever madness had overtaken him long before I was even begat. And he was sick … both physically and mentally … and I believe spiritually as well. I’ve had it confirmed by a person that I … trust … there is proof that he was in the end, at least somewhat sorry for some of his actions. Only now that Linder is gone from this life and cannot make up for the wrong he did and has already answered for it at his Judgment. And only the Light rules on such things and I’m better off minding my own destiny than worrying about someone that has already met theirs.”