Hall of Smoke

I let my hand drop. “Why do you keep asking if people are human?”

“It is a question no one asks enough. Do you know how many gods are posing as humans at any given time, meddling and mating and spying? No. Of course you do not. You’ve never been taught to ask, and oh, how the gods love to masquerade, how good they are at it. Learn to ask the right questions, Eangi, and you will go far.”