Hadjar remembered the song his mother had sung to him as a child — ‘Six Moments before Life’ — about the ancient, true gods, who’d gotten tired of being alone and breathed their lives into the void and created the world. And now Danubet was humming that same tune.
“There were seven of them.” Her needles collided against each other with a dull, wooden thud, weaving one loop after another. “The seventh goddess, Danu, gave herself to create us, the Fae people. Don’t be so surprised, Hadjar. With a bit of effort, you could meet those who can trace their lineage back to the first dragons or Heaven Giants in the Nameless World.”
“Heaven Giants?”
“It’s a race that didn’t survive the First War for the Heavens, when the Jasper Palace was built and the crown of the Emperor of the Nameless Worl
