Zoya looks up at the sky, although she darts her gaze toward him. He doesn't use the same language—why would he, if he's not from Ravka?—but the concept is the same. Find one a powerful creature, connect with it, and be its power source.
The following self-destruction sounds comfortably familiar, too.
"We have those," she says, although she wonders briefly how much to say, "which we call amplifiers. Same concept, perhaps different species." From firebirds to sea whips to tigers to dragons. Zoya doesn't think to share that. What she wants is common ground, a level of trust. An opportunity to learn.
Like calls to like. She thinks Juris wouldn't laugh at her for trying to find a familiar thread, even if its colour differs from what she's used to.
"Do you have to kill them to possess their power?"
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Zoya looks up at the sky, although she darts her gaze toward him. He doesn't use the same language—why would he, if he's not from Ravka?—but the concept is the same. Find one a powerful creature, connect with it, and be its power source.
The following self-destruction sounds comfortably familiar, too.
"We have those," she says, although she wonders briefly how much to say, "which we call amplifiers. Same concept, perhaps different species." From firebirds to sea whips to tigers to dragons. Zoya doesn't think to share that. What she wants is common ground, a level of trust. An opportunity to learn.
Like calls to like. She thinks Juris wouldn't laugh at her for trying to find a familiar thread, even if its colour differs from what she's used to.
"Do you have to kill them to possess their power?"