Foundryside (The Founders Trilogy, #1)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

She did not want to spend her strength so soon.

Yay vague magic

And among this sudden eruption of knowledge was what she had really been hoping for.

Oh so its not really different awareness its just a plot device

old black leather that covered all of her skin and was quite difficult to tear through.

Ok we have leather catsuit

space within the chimney was quite small. But then, so was Sancia.

Confirmed sknny girl

Even at this hour

What hour is it lol

it wasn’t pulled by a horse, or a donkey, or any kind of animal at all. Unfazed, Sancia looked back up the fairway.

Lol this is written like im supposed to marvel at her keeping cool in thye presence of an everyday object in her world

Not from the horse-drawn carriages—those were silent to her—but

Cuz animals make no noise she can hear with her normal unmagic ears?

“sigillums”

That is a double plural you goon

wheels hurtling through the streets of Tevanne at phenomenal speeds, with much mayhem and destruction and death ensuing.

Lolz mass death so quirky

This was perhaps the oddest aspect of her talents—she’d certainly never met anyone else who could hear scrivings—but

Well i have no frame of reference for her talents or how loud code usually is

she was not interested in foundries tonight.

Ok then

If all of these came from foundries or farmland, the whole plan’s over before it began.

If only i knew whyyyyy

curious-looking object: a small bronze plate inscribed with many sigils.

Curious to whom ????? Stop telling me how much wonder i the reader am feeling

Then she slid out, slipped through the other carriages, and returned to the fairway and the foundry yards.

If shes also breaking the carriage out and plans to use it at her destination why cant she ride in the carriage to the plave shes going

Hopefully the carriage would help her get into that highly controlled site.

Ok but why is she not in nthe carriage

Sancia did not truly understand her talents.

Samesies

When she touched an object with her bare skin, she understood

This is one of the most basic abilities

If it had been somewhere or touched something recently, she could remember that sensation as if it had happened to her.

Eeeeeeew

she kept her hands on something for long enough—a process which was deeply painful for her—it

Sure. This is gonna be wildly inconsistent

Sancia had to keep a lot of her skin concealed at all times, for it’s difficult to, say, eat a meal with the fork you’re holding spilling into your mind.

Ok WHY DOESNT HER POWER WORK ON THE CLOTHES

The one thing she tried hard not to think about was where her talents came from.

Because thye reader has to be in suspense somehow

The logic behind scriving always seemed so stupidly simple—barely logic at all, really.

Logic usualy is simple?

The box had cost her more than she’d ever spent on a job in her life,

This should work well enough. She hoped so. Getting out of the waterfront would be a hell of a lot harder if it didn’t.

Oooo a literal mystery box

Downstairs is where the safes are, thought Sancia. Which won’t be unguarded, even now…

Lol duhhhhh

dark skin, dark eyes, and thick black beard suggested he was a pureblood Tevanni.

Ok then

It’s an unusually poor version,

Lolllll

“Wouldn’t the walls have notified us if someone unauthorized crossed over the barrier?”

Editors note. Also it wouldx have made more sense to establist this BEFORE she flew over the walls

“Keep an eye out, Sergeant, but stay at your post.

Or brainwave: he's a couple peeps to help you

You’re an asshole for scrumming this up for me, she thought.

Ughhhh i hate when i rob and scam people and they dont just like let me. They totally deserve violence

as the two of them sprinted out the door. Then she dashed downstairs to the safes.

Dumb

But at the back was her prize: a wooden box,

Mystery box!

mud and smoke and soil and dark wool bled out of her thoughts, and bright, crunchy, crispy hemp fabric surged in to replace them.

So she can eel the clothes?

Weeds and vines and rogue nut trees tumbled out of the flooded alleys as if launching an ambush.

happened to look up at Sancia’s window and catch a glimpse of her, they likely would’ve been struck by the sight.

Lo what a boast

People did not like it when Sancia looked at them too hard. It made them nervous.

Were dealing with a badass

In three days,

Y

If anyone had happened to peer inside,

Omg gah. Come on is she so special also the writer really wants this to be a scfript

Sancia sat on her bed, bent forward, rocking back and forth with anxiety. She felt small and alone, as she often did after a job,

So much tellping rather than showing. Apparently she also has zero anxiety during jobs

the one creature comfort she desired the most: human company.

Would be nice to see this too

people’s thoughts, despite what most believed, were not a smooth, linear narration.

I am betting this will be contradicted later

the most intolerable of all for her. But perhaps it was better, to be solitary.

Wrong conjunction there.

This…bothers me, she thought. A lot.

Omg even the character is narrating her own mental state to us

Sancia lived her life very carefully—or at least as carefully as one could while making a living climbing towers and breaking into places full of dangerous, armed men—and

An editor is face palming somewhere

Well. It now felt mad. Especially if she was going to hold on to it for three scrumming days.

She cpuldnt think this befpre stealing the box because nothing exosted prior to page 1

with the linen-wrapped item beneath.

I guessz linen is like lead to her x ray powers

They were elaborate-looking sketches of what looked like old carved stones with writing on them.

Why not copy the writing. Unless the shape of the stone is important? What is the shape

hierophants

Lots of easy words here

While our modern-day scriving persuades objects that their reality is something that it is not, the Occidental hierophants were apparently able to use scriving to alter reality directly, commanding the world itself to instantly and permanently change. Many have theorized about how this was possible—but none have conclusive answers.

A) whats the difference B) coukd this be any drier

spirit, or entity, often kept in a jar or box that he could open at his discretion—to

That is a djinn