the Laetha met me when I was seventeen, in my bedroom at my father’s house. He didn’t physically appear. His presence filled the room, and I knew his shape without needing vision. He was a god of immolation and burning […]
the Laetha met me when I was seventeen, in my bedroom at my father’s house. He didn’t physically appear. His presence filled the room, and I knew his shape without needing vision. He was a god of immolation and burning […]
