Is that why my ancestors built observatories and looked at the night sky? Did you want them to look at the place you came from?""What funny thoughts you have," he said. What would I care about the heavens when I reside in the Underworld?""I would care. All I could do sometimes was stare at the sky," she admitted."Whatever for?""Because it made me think one day I'd be free," she told him.

I'm willing to make an exception for you, seeing as I have a soft spot for mythmaking.

Fate is a force more powerful than gods, a fact they resent, since mortals are often given more leeway and may be able to navigate its current.

Do not sell him your soul and you'll be fine," he said laconically."That sounds simple," she replied, with a tad of a bite to the words."It is," he said, either not registering the sarcasm in her voice or not caring.

She'd seen drawings of Death in dusty books. It was depicted as a skeleton, its vertebra exposed, black spots on its body symbolizing corruption. That Death and Hun-Kamé seemed entirely different from each other, but now she realized they could be the same.