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True strength was found not in muscle and bone, but in hearts and spirit. True strength was in staring at a world so much larger than oneself, a world determined to crush you, and fighting on even when there seemed to be no hope of success.
No. If all the black space between the stars and more than a hundred years had not been able to keep Ketahn and Ivy apart, this door certainly would not prevent their reunion.
“Say that scars were pain. She should not look upon them with shame. She does not have to feel pride, but when she sees them, she should take pride in herself. Because she survived whatever left them. Because she, like each of you, is strong.”
“Always a partee pooper, huh?” “I do not know partee, but I have not made poop on it.”
“Your Blooddrinker Queen knows only to give war. Only to destroy and burn. My daiya is not as her. My daiya is warrior, mother, sister, weaver, and grower. All mine need, she is. Do you know my words?”
“There is only one worse pain I have endured in all my life.” “And what was that?” asked Ahnset. “Listening to Rekosh talk every day.” That sparked yet more amusement, even from Rekosh.
Rekosh said, “Once every moon cycle or two, Urkot, you manage to put your words together in a way that suggests more than rocks are tumbling in your skull.” “And once every few seasons, you put your words together in a way that suggests more than fluffed silk stuffed in yours,” said Telok.
“I do not want this either. I want my mate all for myself.” “Don’t just smile at me then! What do I do?” His smile only widened. “You are queen. I cannot command you.” “What? Well, I…I…I command you to command me!” Ketahn chittered harder.
