Evening has fallen like the first evening

With the help of tanaise, I just converted Cat Stevens lyrics into a hymn to the Unconquered Son. This may not ever see print, but it made me happy.

Kingdoms shrank 5k since the beginning of the month. This is not the way that's supposed to work. But every cut scene has, for the most part, left the book neater and cleaner and better paced, so that's something. I'm still missing something I can't pinpoint, but now there are fewer hesitation marks cluttering up the draft.

Now I need to give my unlikely messiah a few more creepy miracles, and maybe let Isyllt have a Portentious Dream. Or something.