Avatar Korra Book Novels & Stories

My mouth was dry. From the dais, the tall blonde woman with a knife-straight nose said, “House Valemont concurs with the House of Eternal. This girl’s arrival must not be ignored and choked up to a coincidence. She cannot be allowed to leave.” “You really think that’s me?” I said, laughing. “Because of my hair?” Korra stepped forward—her clenched fists unclenching. Her eyes held conflicted feelings as she looked from the mural to me. I shake my head. She couldn’t be agreeing with this.

The letters were not carefully printed; they looked rushed and hungry. The book talked about a demon god called Korvath. The name felt like a bruise. According to the pages, Korvath could grant wishes. Any wish, so long as you paid the price. The writing described rituals with red ink and pictures that made my skin crawl. There were steps to please Korvath and long lists of sacrifices and bargains. The book showed diagrams of altars and called for blood at midnight and ashes as proof.