The Inheritance Trilogy

by N.K. Jemisin

“This library must hold all the knowledge of the world.” My dour companion snorted. “A few millennia worth, from a few pockets of humanity, nothing more. And that picked and sorted, trimmed and twisted to suit the tastes of those in power.” “There’s truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully.” “Only if one knows the knowledge is tainted in the first place.”

Men praise parts of me endlessly—always the parts, mind you, never the whole.

“But I will feel better in a moment. Cross your heart and hope to die, Remath. Here are my needles for your eyes.”

“I’m a godling, sent by an organization of godlings based in Shadow. We think you might be trying to destroy the world. Could you, perhaps, stop?”

“Your legs are very long,” I complained. She was almost a foot taller than me. “Make yours longer.” “I can’t. My magic is gone.” “Then move them faster.”

“Not bad,” I said. “Bit white, though, isn’t it?” Yeine shrugged, amused. “You were thinking gray walls? Do you want them all to kill themselves?”