The Broken WatchChapter 11
The Broken Watch: 11. "Yup, that's me. The All-Mother," she said, grinning. "Pleased to meet you, Sekhmet. Do I bow, grovel or shake your hand?" I asked. A background chorus of gasps, sharp inhalations of breath, shorting through nostrils and other displays of huffiness accented our conversation. "Hel, it's enough that you know who I am." "I know what you can do, too," I said. "But you're not afraid?" "Nope, I know you're going to do what you want to me, with me, or for...