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540 pages, Paperback
First published August 15, 2014
“We have one shot at this,” Zezili said, “so don’t fuck it up.” Looking at the filthy, scar-faced girl next to her, Zezili suspected all the girl ever did was fuck up.”
– Zezili’s befitting thoughts on Lilia.
“I long ago gave up trying to understand her motivations. She is equal parts manic brutality and strategic fuckery.”
– Zezili’s thought on her Empress.
“People do not take actions based on logic. We make choices based on emotion. Every one of us. Then we use what we call logic to justify our choices.”
“And some of us believe in freedom of the individual over the tyranny of the common good.”
“Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.”
“If a man will begin with certainties, he shall end in doubts; but if he will be content to begin with doubts he shall end in certainties.”
‘What one woman believes is evil, another thinks is for the greater good of her country.’
‘What one woman believes is evil, another thinks is for the greater good of her country.’
"This game is bigger than you"
"Oma, the dark star was creeping back into orbit"
Zezili frowned. She heard something drip onto the page, and saw a spot of blood. She looked up. Someone had tossed a bloody severed arm onto the top of the tent. Blood had soaked through the thin hide.
She grimaced and moved to the other side of the table.
Saolyndara’s done, she wrote. Eight hundred and forty-seven dajians dispatched at the main camp, at your order. We begin our march to our next camp tomorrow. I will update you at its end. I do hope you will give me a more challenging campaign. My women make better fighters than butchers.
She sealed the letter.
Outside, she heard someone keening.
The cry was cut short.
She scratched out “forty-seven” and wrote “forty-eight.”
Two green-robed orderlies were helping Luna dress. They pulled Luna’s soiled robe off, revealing his small breasts. Roh was used to Dhai, where everyone chose what gender they went by. He wondered, for the first time, who had decided Luna was not “he” or “she” but “ze.” Was it the first person who owned Luna, or Maralah, or someone else? But that, it turned out, was a terrible train of thought, because then he had to acknowledge that every single person he’d meant in Saiduan had had a gender decided for them. They had no choice in it at all.