Epilogue
“Twelve gods,” the man said. “One for each hour of darkness, one for each hour of light—then they come together to fight it out. You bet on the one you like the most. Get rewarded or punished. Then do it again to prove your faith!”
Jasper let out an aggravated breath through his nostrils. Some of his hair fell down against his forehead, making him look as he did over a year ago when we first met. Young, naive. Now he was a man, strong and tall and proud. He could spot men like us—men who had seen beasts and wanted to profit or prophet instead of doing the right thing—and like a good man, he wanted to take them out.
“Should we kill him?” Jasper said, rage under his breath. “Or just cut out his tongue?”
I slid a hand over Jasper’s on the cafe table. We were in a different inn
