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The current flowed through every living thing, and showed itself in the sky in all different colors.
planet in the galaxy had three oracles: one rising; one sitting, like their mother; and one falling. Akos didn’t quite understand what it meant, except that the current whispered the future in his mom’s ears,
Usually a person’s fate isn’t made public until after they die, known only to them and their families, but now . . .” His eyes raked over each of them in turn. “Now everyone knows your fates.”
“But we have to trust her, even when it’s difficult.” Akos wasn’t sure their dad believed it. Like maybe he was just saying it to remind himself.
“That your daughter’s gift causes her to invite pain into herself, and project pain into others, suggests something about what’s going on inside her,”
she feels she deserves it. And she feels others deserve it as well.”
I am a Shotet. I am sharp as broken glass, and just as fragile. I tell lies better than I tell truths. I see all of the galaxy and never catch a glimpse of it.
Every culture worshipped something: Othyr, comfort; Ogra, mystery; Thuvhe, iceflowers; Shotet, the current; Pitha, practicality, and so on.
“You told me that I could choose to be different than I had been, that my condition was not permanent. And I began to believe you. Taking in all the pain nearly killed me, but when I woke up again, the gift was different. It doesn’t hurt as much. Sometimes I can control it.”
“But I wanted you to know that your friendship has . . . quite literally altered me.”
That was the problem with being so convinced of your own awfulness—you thought other people were lying when they didn’t agree with you.
