“And now because you are converged, you rise. Through the eye of the narrowest tangle of root, shoot, and branch, past the tallest emerald treetops, up and up, gathering strength. A curlicue of mystery, a calligram of power, you wrap yourself around yourself and tornado to the Saigol mansion, quaking that mausoleum of a hatchery in your wake.” GrowthGrowingJinnGenie Book:The Djinn Falls in Love & Other Stories Source: The Djinn Falls in Love & Other Stories