They hadn’t found any further trace of Gamil-An over the course of the day. Not a single bone nor another drop of blood. Kigal still kindled her sliver of hope despite all the signs that threatened to douse it. She did not know Inanna, but she’d heard enough. The goddess’s reputation preceded her. A woman of avarice. A savage and salacious woman. But what reason would she have to strike out at Kigal’s dearest servant?
As soon as Utu plucked Kigal up on his way back under the earth, she was upon him.
“Tell me about your sister,” she demanded over the roar of the winds.
“Lovely to see you, too. Which one?”
“Inanna! What does she look like? What weapon does she carry?”
“Did she do something to you?”
“She—” Kigal fought to keep her voice from breaking, though it trembled. The winds gave
