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Summer had barely begun and already the city of Janloon was like a spent lover—sticky and fragrant.
“You’re the most important thing in the world to me.”
True love, Hilo mused, was sensual and euphoric, but also painful and tyrannical, demanding obedience.
A truly skilled Green Bone, of the kind Anden and all his classmates desired to be, could call upon any of the six disciplines—Strength, Steel, Perception, Lightness, Deflection, and Channeling—at any time.
“You’re going to give more foreigners the ability to wear jade? Isn’t that exactly what we don’t want?”
Lan cut off his enemy’s jade chokers and bracelets and tore the studs from his face. So much jade in his hand made his throat feel dry with heat and his scalp tingle as if the roots of his hair were charged with electricity. He was moving as if in a dream, dizzy with relief.
Badass
No Peak defends and avenges our own. You wrong any one of us, you wrong us all. You seek to war with us, and we will return it a hundredfold. No one will take from us what is ours!”
Something in the pause that followed filled her with the truth a split second before she heard the words. “Lan’s dead.”
Omg
“I need you, Shae.” The strain on Hilo was showing at last;
Yeah you do!
Shae found it hard to speak from fury that made her vision waver. “My brother lies cold in the ground. You expect me to believe you didn’t put him there?”
Right
Ayt turned and swept from the sanctum, the wake of her passing stirring the holy room like a hot wind carrying the promise of drought and punishing devastation.
What a great description of this situation.
