into kotaom : a novel by david faylin | [home]
Augus Ceannas. HoD Awaits You.
Ceannas licked blood from the dirty end of his spiked staff. “It’s all the same stale rhetoric. And not even served on a fresh plate. Did Fastnet Rock not thoroughly dust me with the spores of this idea already? Did any ever germinate? Do you think you’re any greater gardener?”
“What happened to you Augus Ceannas? How’s it come to this unholy mess?”
His smile was skewed in sadness; his mouth stained by viscera.
“Can’t I help you?” said Borrada. “Tell me as though I really were a friend and maybe you’ll think me one, truly. What would a friend do for you, Augus?”
As the moon moved, the mark of the idol swept across like a finger choosing the next.
“A friend would die well on my altar.”
[the above is an excerpt from Into Kotaom]
