Each soul has its appointed doom. How is it you dare to raise a mortal boy so high - high enough to flout the gods? Bring godhead where a man may reach out and take it? growls Enlil, and lightning splits a clear blue sky.
Janet Morris, Chris Morris (2010). “The Sacred Band”, p.358, Paradise Publishing
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