“Sister!” Silver said.
Meanwhile Clara imagined Sparky with a big tub of popcorn in hand. The goddess of magic was practically salivating at the idea of Clara addressing Ethereal’s poor behaviour.
“It’s okay,” Clara said. “Ethereal is right. I will say this now. Either I find allies willing to join my cause to tear down the establishment, or The Tower becomes a tomb…” A collective smile grew across the face of every goddess in the room.
“I thought you didn’t kill humans?” Silver asked.
“I never made a vow to save every life I come across,” Clara said.
Disclaimer: This novel is an work in progress and readers may encounter grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Please view this a draft and not a published work.
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