Chapter 9 The Cult's Kitchen

• Kayne had been a lot of things in his life: a court mage, a womb thief, a chaos magnet, and now, apparently, a divine vessel. But never a deity or whatever they now referred to him as, and…he wasn’t sure if this was any better.
• He blinked again at the robed figures kneeling in the mist, their faces half-covered in runes.
• “…Right,” he muttered, adjusting his stolen cloak. “Not to ruin your creepy chants, but where’s the food you promised? Someone said food.”