A feeling rose up in Aminata, a little like nausea in its power, a little like nostalgia because it was a yearning for something lost, a little like fantasy because it was the loss of something she’d never known before. Maybe it was reverence for majesty. Maybe it was a blood-deep joy at the rightness of this connection: she and Iraji and Osa and the Eye and Tau all come together to avert disaster.
Aminata discovered the power of friendship. Or somthing
