No Other Master For Me
My master, reikian requested i write a paean to him, which i was all too happy to do. though i wrote it for him, i also wanted it to be something any disciple/pet/willing slave/etc. could sing to their master. i hope it works for you!
Priests of the Field - chapter 06
"paean," raguel said, looking around his feet, around - "paean, this has to be cheating."
Priests of the Field - chapter 07
paean said his brothers could know more about the plague, know other healing rituals, if it had come to their lands. so, raguel was still going forward.
Priests of the Field - chapter 05
I am not 'sir' paean or 'lord' paean. will you be just raguel, in turn?" now that paean was closer to raguel, he could see that his lips weren't fully shut - there was always a small gap in the centre.
Priests of the Field - chapter 04
"his name is paean. what about us?" "well -- how do i know one of you to see you? are you born human, and made so? did the hierophant - er - lay eggs, somewhere?"
Priests of the Field - chapter 14
"paean's rites should clear away normal and magical parasites, even those from other faiths than ours.
Priests of the Field - chapter 15
"your gift to the order of paean's ritual has been helping, at least where the message reached them. either way, i thought you were questioning your use for that god." "you'd like to think so, i'm sure," raguel sighed.
Priests of the Field - chapter 13
paean, aran, and the third hierophant founded their church-kingdoms - paean's colourful and chaotic, aran's dark and intricate, the third's flooded and rhythmic.
Chapter Two
The ceremony ended as it always had; the fangs howled long and fearlessly, each giving a wordless paean for the glories of the dead, an unspoken oath to avenge the fallen. lavur noted that throughout the ceremony, the fox remained in repose.
Priests of the Field - chapter 12
They were not like paean, where what was human and what was snake would change, but change obviously. the shape of ged was handsome and broad, for all the extra limbs.
Reawaking
It was the dragon's paean to the great fictional detective whose gastronomic expertise and love of orchids rivaled his genius for solving particularly complex mysteries.
I Know What It Is You Want
He would stand here forever, display his heart to this god, this paean of manhood lying semi-naked on his bed; light glints upon his jewellery, lazuli and sapphire blue, red of ruby and emerald too, chased with gold their grace to hold... gold contrasting