When it comes to making decisions, are you more like Janner, or like Tink?
The leader drew an arrow with one hand and discreetly uncapped the bottle of poison with the other.
“That’s a bad idea, Grouzab,” Janner said. “I won’t let you kill this troll.”
“Have you any fruit?” Grouzab asked.
“Not for you, I don’t.”
“Then Gnag’s offer is better than yours. Go, boy. Leave us to our mischief.”
Grouzab dipped the arrowhead into the bottle. Janner felt panic rising in his chest. He should be running for Ban Rona. He should be busy making a shelter in the falling light, or tending to Baxter. Instead he was surrounded by ridgerunners, in defense of a troll. A troll! This was what he got for acting without thinking first—like Kal always did.
Then again, Kal, who always managed to get himself into trouble, also managed to get himself out of it. So what would Kalmar do next? One thing was sure. Kalmar wouldn’t stop and consider all his options. He would simply do. Kalmar followed his instincts, and somehow it worked out.
But Janner didn’t trust his instincts. As soon as he felt one, he questioned it. So what was his heart telling him to do? Not his fear, not his brain, but his heart.
No, that wasn’t right either. It wasn’t his heart he needed to listen to—it was the love in which his heart rested. That was what he needed—the love of Nia, Kal, Leeli, Podo, and the love of the Maker who had kept him safe thus far. He rested in that—and he acted.
—From chapter 15, “Janner Gets Carried Away.”
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