Carve the Mark (Carve the Mark, #1)

by Veronica Roth

“Quiet in here,” Akos said softly, his fingers curling around my elbow. I shivered, trying to ignore it. He’s just dulling your pain, that’s all it is, nothing has changed, everything is the same as it always was. . . . “Pitha isn’t known for its dances,” I said. “Or any form of combat, either.” “They’re not your favorite, then, I take it.” “I like to move.” “I’ve noticed.” I could feel his breath against the side of my neck, though he wasn’t that close—my awareness of him was stronger than it had ever been. I tugged my arm free to take the drink the Pithar servant offered. “What is this?” I said, suddenly aware of my accent. The servant eyed my shadow-stained arm uneasily. “Its effects are similar to an iceflower blend,” the servant replied. “Dulls the senses, lifts the spirits. Sweet and sour, both.” Akos also took one, smiling at the servant as she walked on. “If it’s not made of iceflowers, what’s it made of?” he asked. Thuvhesits worshipped iceflowers, after all. What did he know of other substances? “I don’t know. Salt water? Engine grease?” I said. “Try it; I’m sure it won’t hurt you.” We both drank. Across the room, Ryzek and Yma were smiling politely at Chancellor Natto’s husband, Vek. His face had a grayish cast, and his skin sagged from his bones like it was half liquid. Maybe gravity was stronger here. I certainly felt heavier than usual, though that was probably due to Vas’s constant gaze. Making sure I behaved. I cringed at my half-empty glass. “Disgusting.” ...