4,100 words, to 149,700. I am in the air most of tomorrow, and with luck will make some more traction.
"Gods are rarely pleasant." He looked over his torn robes, trying to find a way to arrange them. I took some sly pleasure in seeing how slowly and carefully Secundo moved. "Even the happy queens of the harvest have the blood of a king somewhere beneath the soil of their fields."
"Yet we still have a measure of grace."
"That is why men are greater than gods." There was something in his voice that caught at me. "We can know grace, and knowing grace, pass beyond. Even the gods themselves are not blessed with souls. When they die, it is forever."