“False prophets for false gods, Tarik.  The Long Night has passed and we’re in a new age, an age where the gods no longer exist.  They are gone, alive only in dusty myth, mere fodder for bedtime stories.  Once upon a time they may have been real, but now they are the substance of dreams.  Only the Balance is real.  Everything else is illusion.  I have traveled beyond the Girdle with the Herald and seen the truth … Arrgh!  Pass me that wine, Tarik.  My head is pounding again.”  Jerilyn of Colcester