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BLESSINGS ARE BUT DOUBLE-EDGED SWORDS AND ON THEIR REVERSES, CURSES LAY HIDDEN. You cannot posses one but not the other happiness and despair, love and hate, the delirium and the fall. These are not direct opposites on two different edges of an abbys ━ they are two sides of the very same coin.
BLOGOSLOVEN SILOY, the common folk used to call them. Blessed with power. Those were the people with spirits tamed by no one, be it a force or a king or a saint. For them, the world's gates stood wide open always, for the universe itself was their guardian and their essence, and urricanes and infernos awaited at their fingertips, or perhaps they were the catastrophes themselves. Other Grisha could only see power (their own or any other) as if through a crack ━ tiny glimpses of light barely seen behind doors ajar. There were some, all the while, to whom even the making at the heart of the world bowed. Fires and waters, the vast winds and composite materials and human flesh all awaited their orders. That was the blessing.
