This is really rough and actually about a year old, but in honor of my reread of Elizabeth Bear’s exceptional Range of Ghosts in preparation for reading the undoubtedly exceptional sequel (Shattered Pillars), I thought I’d put it up on the internet as a placeholder to the proper Samarkar piece I have in my head.
Because I owe her, of all of the characters in that book, a proper piece.
One could be content. …Content in a life devoted to the pursuit of perfection and the compassionate understanding that is is unattainable.
She was what she was and what she would be. She was imperfect and full of striving. And that would be all right.






