One gets the impression that since the beginning of time an unending horde of their priests and apostles (or even the gods themselves, it makes little difference) have been crippling across [the Great Eastern] desert, the Sinking Land, and the Great Salt Marsh to coverge on Lankhmar's low, heavy-arched Marsh Gate...
- from 'Lean Times in Lankhmar', Swords in the Mist by Fritz Lieber
Street of the Gods