He sits down on a hill and sings. They are songs of magic, strong enoughto wake the dead to life. Softly, cautiously, his song rises, then it grows louder and more insistent, until the turf opens up and the cold earth cracks.
~Tor Age Bringsvaerd, The Wild Gods
~Tor Age Bringsvaerd, The Wild Gods
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