Sigrid Mythology Novels & Stories

As Saphire looked down at the head that she held, her tongueless mouth dropping open in horror, Sigrid broke her neck and dropped her body to the ground. “Now,” Sigrid turned back to Lyric and Niarthen and Lyric saw that the wound in her throat was still healing, ragged edges joining back together, until only a raised scar remained, and Lyric suspected that even that might disappear completely in time. “Back to our conversation. You need to get your Mer to work with us to contain this situation, and quickly.”

“They deal in forbidden magic. It’s blasphemy. It’s the work of… of…” “Sigard? The God of Many Eyes and Ears?” Prince Legiere laughed. “Out of all the things that surprise me the most about you, it’s that you hold to a rather quaint and outmoded superstition about the gods. Are you devout? Do you say your prayers to Diantha every night?”