Chapter EightThe nightly sacrifice was done; this had been a sunset ritual, simpler and quicker than the midnight ceremonies used on special days. The victim’s death had been relatively easy, and there had been no elaboration.
Haggat wondered whether such sacrifices were actually worth doing; did Aghad take pleasure in every murder? There was little real hatred in such slayings, little of the pure, dark emotion the god fed upon. Some stranger dragged from his bed had been killed; how did that help the cause of fear, of hatred, and of loathing? It did not truly increase the worshippers’ hatred of their fellow Dûsarrans; if anything, he suspected it helped assuage their anger. It probably did little to increase the city’s fear; the people had long since become accustomed to such random deat
