Avatar: The Rise of Kyoshi (The Kyoshi Novels, #1)

by F.C. Yee

“What you do when no one is guiding you determines who you are,”

An overdressed merchant from Omashu haggled with a Fire Nation procurement officer over cabbage futures,

Inside were two ornate metal war fans the color of gold alloyed with bronze. The weapons were packed in a softer wood frame that held them open while protecting them from rough treatment like the sort she’d just doled out.

“Never wait to find out what the trouble is,” Wong said, already jogging away from the source. “By then, you’re already too close.”

They look at themselves like forces of nature, as inevitable ends, but they’re not. Their depth is as false as the shoals at low tide. They twist the meaning of justice to absolve themselves of conscience.

No Zhang worth his salt would pass up an opportunity to humiliate a Gan Jin.

“You will never be perfectly fair, and you will never be truly correct,” Lao Ge said. “This is your burden.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. The illusion that the self is separate from the rest of the world is the driving factor that limits our potential. Once you realize there’s nothing special about the self, it becomes easier to manipulate.”