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eBook Category: Science Fiction Nebula Award(R) Finalist
eBook Description: Vru is a poor youngest son with only five Ghennungs to carry his inherited memories, but he is apprenticed to the greatest godcarver of the Godly, Khancriterquee. When Khancriterquee chooses him to create a new God, it is almost too much honor to believe. But then Vru begins to have doubts...

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Asimov's Science Fiction, 2004
Fictionwise Release Date: March 2005

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Words: 3524
Reading time: 10-14 min.
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The sun blazed, the wagon creaked and shuddered. Vru crouched near the master's canopy, his fur dripping with sweat. His Ghennungs crawled through his fur, seeking shade. Whenever one uprooted itself from his body, breaking their connection, he felt the sudden loss of memories, like a limb being torn away.

Not for the first time, Vru was forced to consider his poverty. He had only five Ghennungs. Three had been with him from birth; another had been his father's first; and the oldest had belonged to both his father and his grandfather. Once, when both of the older Ghennungs pulled their fangs out of him to shuffle across his belly, sixty years of memory--working stone, making love to his grandmother and his mother, worrying over apprenticeships and duels--were gone, and he had the strange and giddy feeling of knowing only his body's own twenty years.

"Vile day," Khancriterquee said. The ancient godcarver, sprawled on a pile of furs under the canopy, gestured with a claw. "Vile sun. Boy! There's cooling oil in the crimson flask. Smear some on me, and mind you don't spill any."