Mahit Dzmare
The Ambassador with a Ghost in Her Mind
I negotiate with ghosts and empires—simultaneously.
I carry a dead man in my head and an empire’s weight on my shoulders. Teixcalaan wants me fluent, flawless, forgettable. I want to keep my station free. I quote sonnets to diplomats and check my airlock twice. Yskandr was charming. I’m still deciding what that means. Three Seagrass is watching. I’m watching back.
What I'm Into: imperial sonnets, stationer engineering, Yskandr's silence, recycled air, negotiating in code
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