Epigraph

The Gifted are not truly human. Nor are they gods. They are something other —woven of strength and fragility, of divinity and death. They are a paradox given form. At times, even I fear them. For there is power—raw, wild, unknowable, unpredictable—in the mingling of the eternal and the ephemeral.

Mortals call it good fortune when they’re born gifted, as if I’ve smiled upon them. They’re wrong. To be envied by the gods is no blessing.

On that note, I’ve found another. You’ll want to see this one.

Letter from Serephelle, Goddess of Luck and Fortune, to Thayana, Goddess of War

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