#grishaverse worldbuilding
“You are the conduit, Zoya. You will bring the Grisha back to what they were meant to be before time and tragedy corrupted their power. …”—
Juris; King of Scars (Leigh Bardugo)
Hello there, are we talking about the same group of people? What exactly is their corruption?
Corruption is getting fed up with being opressed, I guess.
Not that Sankt Juris would know.
I believe he is specifically referring to how amplifiers are claimed, killing the amplifier without giving up a piece of yourself in return. Grisha did lose their druidic shape shifting ability. I would want that back too! Imagine Ivan transforming into his bear on the deck of the whaler and tell me that wouldn’t have been awesome.
Fascinatingly, the worship of Djel has even more components of Catholicism than the Ravkan religion.
“Wellmother,” said Brum, his voice icy, “you may have the ear of Djel, but so do the drüskelle. You will think more carefully the next time you come to my home to accuse my daughter.”
The Wellmother rose. She looked indomitable, not remotely chastened by Brum’s words. “I serve the spiritual well-being of this country,” she said. “The Apparat, a heathen priest, is beneath this roof. I have heard tales of heathen worship in this very town. I will not be swayed in my mission. Still,” she said, and smoothed the woolen skirts of her pinafore, “I am glad Hanne has finally found her way. I will hear her confession before I go.“ - Rule of Wolves, Ch. 4
“And I will hear Mila Jandersdat’s as well.”
Nina couldn’t hide her surprise. “But I was only a guest of the convent. I was never a novitiate.”
“And do you not have a soul, Mila Jandersdat?”
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So if Madame Prune Pit wanted her to make up a few good sins, she’d be happy to entertain her for a quarter of an hour.
“I’ll go first,” she said to Hanne, and cheerfully followed the Wellmother into the small receiving room that had been selected for her confessional.
It was narrow, with space for little more than a writing desk and a small sofa. The Wellmother took a seat at the desk and lit an oil lamp.
“The water hears and understands,” she murmured.
“The ice does not forgive,” Nina said in traditional reply.
Fascinatingly, the worship of Djel has even more components of Catholicism than the Ravkan religion.
“Wellmother,” said Brum, his voice icy, “you may have the ear of Djel, but so do the drüskelle. You will think more carefully the next time you come to my home to accuse my daughter.”
The Wellmother rose. She looked indomitable, not remotely chastened by Brum’s words. “I serve the spiritual well-being of this country,” she said. “The Apparat, a heathen priest, is beneath this roof. I have heard tales of heathen worship in this very town. I will not be swayed in my mission. Still,” she said, and smoothed the woolen skirts of her pinafore, “I am glad Hanne has finally found her way. I will hear her confession before I go.“ - Rule of Wolves, Ch. 4
