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He asks, “What will it take to convince you that I mean no harm?” “There’s nothing you can say or do that will convince me of that,” Klara says. “Men always mean harm. The question is simply ‘when’.”
There’s always sacrifice in building something that’s never been built before, and sacrifice creates a debt, and debts create a space for magic to rush in.
Almost all the strzygi in the room are women, and that’s no surprise. Dymitr’s father told him that Chicago was a city ruled by monsters, and all those monsters were women—strzyga, zmora, and llorona, each a legend of wronged women, sinful women, mysterious women. Tragic and powerful figures, all, not to be underestimated.
“I’m helping Ala because she deserves it,” Niko says. “I’m helping you because you’re beautiful.”
“Don’t be dramatic,” she replies. His hand darts out and he flicks the tip of her ear. She claps a hand over it, glaring at him. But it was so childish that she can’t help but laugh. “Settle down, children,” Niko says, and he starts the engine.
