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516 pages, Hardcover
First published September 27, 2022


“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them.”
"He would promise to wander the ends of the earth and find where the sky began if it meant she would keep her hand there, if it meant he could drown out the rest of his frantic fears by focusing on the sound of her voice. He had gone beyond getting attached to her. She was his guiding saint, the Polaris of his heart."
“There is no trick. I allow this because I love you.”
“You were my first hope that there might be something else...A third category of memory. A future separate from the past. I have spent years thinking that if I just do the right thing, then I can go back to how it used to be. But maybe I don't want that anymore.”
“You wanted daffodils at your wedding, and suddenly I wanted to be the one beside you at the altar watching you hold them. I wanted it to be real. I wanted it all to be real.”
“Your life is mine as mine is yours. We are bound in duty if not in matrimony. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”
He swooped down and picked up another one, but instead of throwing it, he swung his arm and smacked it against the soldier's head, spitting: “Don't" —he swung again— “touch” —another hard thwack— “my" —the crate broke into two pieces— "wife."
this was hands down my favourite scene 🧎🏻♀️🦋
“Nation over everything. But not you, sweetheart. Never your life in exchange.”
“You can’t ask me not to love you by keeping me at arm’s length. I’ll love you anyway.”
"If you trust me, you can trust him, too." [...] What bizarre idea. Trust didn't come in package deals
"Her brother had sacrificed so much because he'd wanted to see the city changed, and Alisa was only ever going to work toward seeing that to fruition. [...] Rosalind trusted her to protect this vial, and Alisa would protect it. The moment she fell off the grid, no one would be able to find her. That was a promise."
"All she had wanted was love. Somehow, she had gotten cruelty from every direction instead."
Maybe he wanted her threatening him with a straight razor in her hand. [...] Once this assignment was finished, he wasn't ready to lose her. He didn't want to lose her now.
"Nation over everything. But not you, sweetheart. Never your life in exchange."
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Rosalind had broken the city; she wouldn’t be happy until she fixed it.
Each time Rosalind inspected her own fingers, it felt like there was something slick and vicious coasted all the way up to her wrists. It seemed impossible that others could not sense it, that the shoulders she brushed while pushing through a crowd didn’t automatically flinch away because they felt her transferring a metallic stench over to them.
When did imperialists care about history? All they wanted was to crush its conquests to dust: all the better to sweep them nicely into shape.
All she had wanted was love. Somehow, she had gotten cruelty from every direction instead.
Rosalind suddenly picked up the dagger that Dao Feng had thrown at her, taking aim. She had thought it would make a mighty fine threat, that Orion might flinch when she raised her arm, but he only grinned, straightening his posture. Their eyes met. His had a wild sort of glee in them, as if he were saying, Please, go on. I dare you.
”What is family for if not to love us and then break our hearts?”

He knew why she wore it, that it covered her throat and prevented hateful strangers from trying to tell her whether or not she could be a woman. She was a woman regardless; it was only unfortunate that others in this world had certain ideas about what she needed to look like.
”You can’t ask me not to love you by keeping me at arm’s length. I’ll love you anyway.”

𑣲 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥: june 10th, 2026 ⌝
⌞ 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥: june 14th, 2026 .ᐟ.ᐟ
⊱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠
╰⪼ 〝𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩.〞
⊱ 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠
╰⪼ 〝𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳.〞
⊱ 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐝 + 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧
╰⪼ 〝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭."〞
⊱ 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠
╰⪼ 〝𝘏𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴; 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦.〞
⊱ 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠
╰⪼ 〝𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵.〞
⊱ 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 + 𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫
╰⪼ 〝𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨," 𝘖𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘮. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦.〞
⊱ 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠
╰⪼ 〝𝘗𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦'𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.〞
⊱ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐮
╰⪼ 〝𝘗𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.〞
⊱ 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐛𝐞 + 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐬
╰⪼ 〝𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯, 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘗𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘣𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥.〞
⊱ 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐯𝐚
╰⪼ 〝𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥," 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬. "𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘦.〞
tell me why i'm getting divine rivals war flashbacks from the trope. i understand that this conflict must happen for there to be a second book (do i really, though), but will that stop me from [unintelligible and incomprehensible screaming, car crash in the background, screaming continues]? "i have spent every night unsleeping," rosalind countered. "spend long enough gluing together a shattered glass vase, and you will have a vase again."
orion couldn't stop looking at her. artists would scramble to paint a face like that onto war posters. render her expression in vivid enough lines, and the sight alone could lead the world into battle.
"but shanghai is not a glass vase," he said gently. "it is a city."
"attached to high tide?" she echoed, her voice teasing. "have you grown attached to me, hong liwen?"
"yes," his reply came easily. it didn't sound like he was teasing her in return. "i have."
❝ you wanted daffodils at your wedding, and suddenly i wanted to be the one beside you at the altar watching you hold them. i wanted it to be real. i wanted it all to be real. ❞
─〝 in that manner, perhaps no one is alike to anyone, but that only means that they are another one of the masses, another face that does not draw attention, another late-night wanderer trailing along the streets to the dun, dun! of the tram chugging on its tracks. they are your neighbor leaning off the balcony; they are a hawker selling peaches; they are that banker hailing the last rickshaw in the area to pursue the night in a different district. they are, quite simply, shanghai. 〞
─〝 this is not a game to me. i would rather die by your hand than have you believe me a traitor. i would rather take a fast bullet than have us pitted on different sides of an agonizing battle. 〞
─〝 a city reborn is a city traumatized. it remembers its past, every second that it took to get to this point. it sees the former version of itself and knows that it has changed, its boots no longer fitting, its hats no longer comfortable. the streets trace how they used to sprawl. no matter how it is paved over and reorganized, memories and echoes do not fade away that easily. 〞