Truth, when she slept, had found herself before the altar of Fire, a single candle burning. As she focused on that brilliant yellow flame, it flared into a fireball. Truth shrunk into the farthest corner of the room and watched in wonder and awe as the fire condensed into the shape of a jaguar.

It was the very image of Truth herself, but ( shaped entirely of flame )

It would be nice if the Nexus Islands would respect that people trying to recover from plague could really only handle one calamity at a time, but no. The morning brought reports from Plik and Harjeedian, and the knowledge that ( they had a problem:... )