Can a failed Ascension kill a god? I’d thought Father had known nearly everything about the gods. He’d known next to nothing—we all had.
Serving nymphs brought our food before retreating through the doors behind Weles. We ate in silence, only broken by Weles’s occasional comments. He was trying. That was more than I could say for some fathers, but I cringed each time I looked at him. From the horns piercing his scalp to his constantly changing appearances, I couldn’t grasp why he chose the form he did. I knew little about shape-shifting. Gods and many demons were capable of it, but did they have complete control over the end result?
“You are wondering about the body I have chosen,” Weles said.
Can he read minds too? I didn’t reply.
He grinned and pushed his plate to the side, folding h
