Without Kahl’s power to crush me, I struggled to my feet. Damned knees hurt like someone had lined the joints with broken glass. I ignored the pain and grabbed for Deka, then dragged him over to Ahad. “Come on,” I said to both of them.
Sieh is going to ruin this somehow and Jemisin will try to wring some moral out of it. Fuck. I hate this aspect of her writing so much because it is not even deftly done. Anyone can see it coming a mile away, and the moralising is so in your face, that even if one is inclined to agree, you begin to hate it because nobody likes being preached at.
