Runemarks

Sense is a concept of Order. The language of Chaos is nonsense by definition.

Wolves of different packs do not hunt together. And sometimes they even hunt each other.

"In any case, fire burn; that`s its nature, and you can`t expect to change that. You can use it to cook meat or to burn down your neighbor`s house. And is the fire you use for cooking any different from the one you use for burning? And does that mean you should eat your supper raw?"
Maddy shook her head, still puzzled. "So what you`re saying is... I shouldn`t play with fire," she said at last.
"Of course you should," said One-Eye gently. "But don`t be surprised if the fire plays back."

New gods emerged to suit a new age, and the old ones were forgotten. Maybe that proves they weren`t gods at all.

But words – even Words – have no power in the realm of Dream. Dream has no rulers; no servants; no kings. Dream cannot be summoned, commanded or banished.

“Nothing’s immortal”, he said, shaking his head. “Some things last longer than others, that’s all. And everything has to change to survive…”

“But if they were the gods”, Maddy had said, “then how could they fall? How could the die?”
One-Eye had shrugged. “Everything dies”.

“Gods? Don’t let that impress you. Anyone can be a god if they have enough worshippers. You don’t even have to have powers any more. In my time I’ve seen theatre gods, gladiator gods, even storyteller gods, Maddy – you people see gods everywhere. Gives you an excuse for not thinking for yourselves”.
“But I thought ―”
“God’s just a word, Maddy. Like Fury. Like demon. Just words people use for things they don’t understand. Reverse it, and you get dog. It’s just as appropriate”.

“What I’m saying”, Lucky told her, “is that a man may plant a tree for a number of reasons. Perhaps he likes trees. Perhaps he wants shelter. Or perhaps he knows that some day he may need the firewood”.

“A named thing is a tamed thing. That’s it, isn’t it?”

Now Loki was clinging on by his fingertips. He could feel them slipping, one by one: index, median, annular... This little piggy went to Chaos, thought Loki with a sudden desperate crack of laughter. This little piggy stayed at home.