Chapter 22
At your battle-cry, my lady,
The foreign lands bow low.
When humanity comes before you
In awed silence at the terrifying radiance
And tempest, you grasp the most terrible
Of all the divine powers.
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—Endheduanna, Sumerian High Priestess
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NINSIANNA
It was Ruax who'd gotten them addicted to As the Galaxy Turns. Each week, billions of people tuned in to watch the picture-play which depicted the happenings in both galactic empires far more accurately than the boring documentaries Lerajie liked to show them.
A white-winged Angelic female's smile faded as a stern-faced, froglike nurse ripped her cooing newborn out of her arms. Lucifer's wives sobbed. Ninsianna wiped away a tear. If what Lieutenant Apausha said was true, the reality in the picture-words was a much more com
