And the Bastard grant us... in our direst need the smallest gifts the nail of the horseshoe the pin of the axle the feather at the pivot point the pebble at the mountains peak the kiss in despair the one right word.

This wasnt prayer anyway it was just argument with the gods.Prayer he suspected as he hoisted himself up and turned for the door was putting one foot in front of the other. Moving all the same.

The gods most savage curses come upon us as answers to our own prayers. Prayer is a dangerous business.