What a son I’ve made. The midwives must have turned me in my labor so that I lay on your brain and crushed it. - Tanith Lee

Finding in himself a profound strain of yearning, Pereban had mistaken it for religion. He entered the temple and dedicated himself to the worship of the goddess. Thereafter her statue—a roughhewn lump of rock with painted blobs for eyes and black wool for hair—so disappointed him that he kneeled to it, and beat himself regularly, every morning.

Anackire asks nothing because she needs nothing, being everything," Raldnor said tightly, using a quotation of the temple.
The Ommos laughed gently and shook his head.
"Such undemanding gods.

I would be a drudge now, among the tents, and I would kneel before the warriors, and run from them when they shouted at me. I would be a woman, as women were reckoned in this place, a half-souled, witless animal, created to bear and pleasure men: an afterthought of the god.