The gods demand blood, as Athering and Ixtepan stand pitched against each other in war. Dusty prophecies foretell the coming of one who will save Ixtepan and end the bloodshed: Sho-qoot-Bak. Who is she? And will she embrace her destiny before the world is ripped asunder?
As you may be able to guess from my poor attempt at a witty title for this post, I am currently dealing with wisdom teeth coming in and pushing out all my funny with blinding amounts of pain. I have basically been swigging whiskey and clove oil in a desperate attempt to bolster the work of the ibuprofen I am almost certainly taking far too much of, and as a consequence of these piles of suck my brain is basically on strike (while the rest of my body is still pretty much TRASHED from Pirates and Faeries, the event