The Black Tides of Heaven (Tensorate #1)

by Neon Yang

“There are no righteous deaths,” Yongcheow whispered. “Only ones that cannot be avoided.”

Because he had always known, even as a child, that he was the lightning, while she was the fire in the core of planets. And the world needed both. Revolutions needed both. Someone had to wield the knives, but someone also had to write the treaties.

Akeha found Yongcheow’s hand and curled fingers against fingers. “Let the black tides of heaven direct our lives,” he murmured. He turned to look at his partner. “I choose to swim.”