"Mortal," the god said in his ear, but all he could see was the wave of golden hair like the wheatfields of Apuleia dancing before his eyes. "Mortal, you climbed my mountain. You entered my sanctuary. You bathed in my waters. Now you shall climb my peak again while I enter your sanctuary and bathe in your waters. Fair's fair, after all," the god added, reasonably.
Wednesday, 25 March 2009
Sorry, just a quote
From an odd fic, in the Eroica fandom but featuring the characters' previous lives (sorta), called Lives Lived, Part 2, by Jeanne Johnson: