“Here, in Kalima, I am incarnated,” the goddess went on. “My soul, my godhead, in her body. I can act, yes. But only within the range of her senses.
“When I am not using a mortal as an avatar, I am not so bound. But my powers are correspondingly weaker. I can either do a great deal within a relatively small area, or very little across anywhere my people live.
“Oh,” said Seth brightly. His fingers had penetrated her sheath and were eagerly investigating her silky depths, making her squirm. “So you’re either the Yazoo River or Niagara Falls.”
“Huh?” said Kalima. “Huh?” repeated Kali.
Seth smiled at her, which made her belly flip with desire. His face was so cute, so boyishly earnest, that she wanted to put him in her pocket and take him home. If she had pockets. Which she didn’t.
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