Jig had never worried about pursuing his destiny. Generally, destiny pursued him. Then it knocked him down and kicked him a few times for good measur… - Jim C. Hines

Earthmaker sounds like a useful person to have around," Jig said.
"Aye. He's one who rewards his followers. Over a hundred years I've offered up my sacrifices and prayed to him for guidance. Far be it from me to guess the mind of a god, but I'm thinking he'll not repay a century of service by letting us all die here."
Ryslind strolled to the dwarf's side. "Yet for all of your devotion, your magic is still limited to those powers your god grants you. To be so dependent on the whim of a deity would be disturbing, to say the least."
"It's called faith," Darnak snapped. "And it's a far cry safer than your wizardry. When's the last time you heard about a priest blowing himself up after trying a new spell and waving three fingers instead of four?

Besides, is it really stealing if you're stealing from an asshole?"
"I'd have to double-check, but I don't think the criminal code includes an asshole clause.

It's not going to come to that," I said.
"Nobody ever believes it will," so the driver. "That's why it does.