Snippet: On Gods and Faeries

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“So, have you made offerings to the Twice Dead Gods yet?” Lynn asked me.

I shook my head, “Fiona doesn’t venerate them. She only follows the Old Religion. So I’ve made offerings to the Fair Folk, but that’s it.”

“Doesn’t Amy venerate the Gods?” Lynn asked.

“She does. But she’s never pressed. I suspect Lady Karen wasn’t very religious before I took up residence in her brain.”

Lynn snorted, “I should be so lucky. As head of the household, I have to make offerings and read invocations and all that. It’s unnerving.”

“At least neither of us were religious before we got here. I can’t imagine a Christian dealing with a world where the dominant religion is so different.”

Lynn nodded, “And one where magic is real. That makes it harder to dismiss the gods, doesn’t it?”

“It makes the fair folk hard to dismiss. I’ve seen their powers in action. I’ve seen them give blessings. I can’t call myself an atheist here.”

“The Fair Folk aren’t gods though.” Lynn said.

“Close enough for government work,” I answered. “And they’re more active than the Twice Dead Gods.”

“That’s true. But the Gods aren’t powerless here either. Something is happening when we ask for blessings after all. I could feel it.”

“Really?” I leaned forward, “What did it feel like?”

“Like a warmth spreading through my body outward from my heart.”

“Do you think this means there were gods back on Earth?” I asked.

Lynn shook her head, “No idea."


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