The Mime Order (The Bone Season, #2)

by Samantha Shannon

Writing didn’t carry the same risks as speaking. You couldn’t be shouted down or stared at. The page was both a proxy and a shield.

But fear and understanding were kindred things. Both involved the loss of the familiar and the terrible danger of knowledge.

“Hope is the lifeblood of revolution. Without it, we are nothing but ash, waiting for the wind to take us.”