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336 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 26, 2018
“Fate and free will are no enemies. They are two halves of the same circle.”
“And if I choose to resist fate?”
“You will choose, of your own free will, to follow your fate. Man’s free will becomes his destiny.”
“So the Day of Rising celebrates—”
“The day the gods brought us into their lairs and gave us speech. Today, the seconds and thirds become like the gods, working the creator’s magic before releasing the Jehibulleth. Just as we were once released to work the metals from the earth and bring them to the gods’ cities.
“The forest was different then, full of singing vines, Henila mounds, and many other plants and creatures which exist no more. You humans have changed everything.” Kemharak didn’t know why he was telling the human this; he felt some unexplainable need for it to understand their past.
Theralle moved its head up and down. “It is what I always thought. The gods created your people for work, not for pain. It means there are some gods who care more about what you can produce than what misery you can cause.”
“Or it means the original gods have become insane over time,” Kemharak said. He was very glad Manek could not understand.
Both humans and the Created ones had heads, necks, and faces, and both faces held sensor pods on the top and feeding orifices on the bottom. Yet the human sensor pods were three colors and used only for vision, with separate pods for hearing on the sides and a strange protuberance in the middle for sensing things Kemharak could only guess at. Whereas, Kemharak's four bulbous pods were evenly spaced around his head, each functioning independently for vision or hearing. In addition, the human's vision pods never revealed its intent through color, as did his people's. It was as if the human creator had been drunk on the fermented fruits of the forest or was new to the act of creation. In every physical way, his people were better designed.