It was rare that the gods met face to face, but the recent events had brought them together in Astinmah’s forest home.
The eight Diathan were gathered around Astinmah’s table, feasting on Chantico’s beef and bean tortillas and tamales.
Quetzalcoatl, the feathered serpent, took a bite of his tamale and pointed at Ananke. “You asked us to come; why?”
Astinma…