Within the match a hidden ember glowed and flared up again into new life. The titan’s ancient gift bit my fingers and woke me from my nightmare. Pain returned me to myself. I shivered, though the tent was warm, for their names—I could not say them if I willed—still pressed in on my soul. How glad I was again to be on this side of life, to know them trapped there on the other. A chasm stands between us men and the gods that were before the gods. I bridged our worlds; they’d have crossed but for pain.
The Way of the Dead Gods
Tale Told 