Tempus would be protected, better shielded from whatever the Stepson thought threatening, if love could heal and save.
Only so much can be borne from men, so much from gods
Deception is a tactic: use it. Do whatever it takes to win.
Gather the shards of your courage. Patch together what resolve you can. We'll find this thing - and kill it.
If it was true today, it might be untrue tomorrow.
"Mercy is not in favor in my heavens today," says Vashanka, unforgiving and combative, folding vast arms and spearing Harmony with lightning that crackles from his gaze.