The Jade Setter of Janloon (The Green Bone Saga, #0.5)

by Fonda Lee

Ayt Mada was a merciless Pillar. She’d ordered the death of her own brother; what might she do to them?

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“A man doesn’t have to be unkind or unlikable to have enemies,” Kaul pointed out. “Sometimes, it’s good people who’re hated for who they are.

He picked up the moon blade. It was heavy in his hands—a priceless, one-of-a-kind object, a warrior’s treasure. He wanted to melt it down into slag. He wanted to throw it into the sea. It was worthless, just steel and wood and jade. It wasn’t alive, it didn’t love or feel, it didn’t hurt or mourn or suffer from guilt or the pain of failure. And yet it was coveted and considered more valuable than some lives.

“I’m only a humble jade setter, but I’m content with the last thing I was able to fix.”

Pulo recalled the No Peak Fists he’d met yesterday as a trio of loping wolves, with their casually dangerous energy and youthful invincibility. The Pillar was a different type of Green Bone still, a sharp-eyed eagle on a rock, exuding an undeniable natural gravitas even in a room of clan leaders far older than him.