You will be instantly immersed in Gabral’s world and the terror she faces when her mother brings forth a “vain labor.” For her the issue at hand is not a moral one, for she has no understanding of the moral ramifications. For her the issue is a heart issue, an issue dressed in tears.
Here is a small taste of the drama of this heroic fantasy fiction story: The moon rose and the executioner climbed to the top of the altar followed by the man clad in black and two torchbearers. The man in black stopped just beyond the stairs and turned to face the throng below, while those to be sacrificed stood trembling at the foot of the altar.
“Axxon, Lord of Freedom, looks upon the lame and maimed with love,” declared the man clad in black. “You have seen Axxon with your own eyes, and he speaks. He speaks words of love and compassion. He calls for us to give these precious ones to him, to release them from the burden of their flesh.”
A cry from the host echoed from the temple. “Hail Tathar! Hail Axxon, Lord of Freedom!” Tears coursed Arawk’s cheeks as he watched—helpless! What hope for the realm?