The Forgotten God
he snapped stiffly, avoiding looking at Ishaq "I shall no doubt see you later."
"Great one-"
Am-Heh held up a hand, already walking away. "No. No more talk, words will sully the air."
Ishaq bowed his head, waiting some moments before looking back up. Am-Heh was gone and his dogs had finished the meat, devouring the bone and sinew also, and were laying idly by the bubbling pits, enjoying the feeling of burning sulphur on their thick skins.
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Mandisa pushed the last manuscript back onto the shelf, pausing the stroke the roughly bound pages, the illustrations so beautiful in their coloured inks.
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