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Juen had to grudgingly admire the Espenians; when motivated by greed, they were truly ingenious.
Ayt Mada seemed perfectly willing to let Koben shine in his own spotlight. Ayt was a polished orator and a fearsome Green Bone leader, but Koben Yiro was brash and relatable to ordinary Kekonese, making himself out to be everyone’s opinionated but well-meaning uncle.
“The public relations campaign Shae’s begun in Espenia has made me think about how there’s a different kind of war going on these days. A war for people’s thoughts and feelings. The
“Don’t show off how much you hate a man until you’re ready to be his enemy,”
Sage advice
grew up in a Deitist family and was always taught that the gods left jade on earth as a test for us mortals. If they gave us back some of the power of Heaven, how would we use it? Would we wield that power over others and use it for evil? Or would we work for the common good, and protect the weak?
“I was angry at you for a long time after you refused to wear jade. Of course you remember. Now, though . . . I’m thankful you’re not a Fist, Andy. I need—” Hilo’s voice faltered. “I need one of my brothers to live.”
Crying
Bero had come to the cynical conclusion that he’d always been a piece of detritus tossed about on the tides of fortune.
“You would’ve put yourself in control of Kekon’s destiny,” Shae replied. “That’s not the same thing. You’re one woman, Ayt-jen—not a god, no matter how brilliant you are, no matter how much jade you wear.” She looked Ayt squarely in the face without uncertainty, without fear or doubt. “Green Bones weren’t meant to be gods, not until the day of the Return, and so long as we try, that day will never come.”
