The Underworld Trials of Luna
Faiza gasps, appalled.
Life grins at me, though, I think liking my moxy. “I am not. You can consult the ancient texts, if you please,” she says, waving a hand around at the walls of her temple. “I think it is the eastern corner that tells the story of how Death and I turned the power of regeneration over to the living people of the worlds. Our business is souls, not physical bodies. It is the thing which is most sacred about embodied lives – the ability to create new ones. We could perhaps do it if all of the Gods came together, but considering the rift that currently runs between your grandmother and my father…” Life just grimaces and shrugs, letting me know it’s not going to happen.
I sigh