Foundryside (The Founders Trilogy, #1)

by Robert Jackson Bennett

Gregor heard whimpering again, and had to tell himself—No. No. That is the past. That all happened long ago.

I feel lkike we get mote of his backstory than hers

And it was one thing to catch a grubby thief and make a show of her as the cause of great evils in Tevanne—but it was quite another to expose massive misconduct, conspiracy, and death being perpetrated by a merchant house faction right here in the city. The merchant houses did conduct espionage and sabotage against one another, everyone knew that—but there was a bright, unspoken line they did not cross. They did not make war upon one another. War in Tevanne would be disastrous, everyone knew that. But a bunch of flying assassins, Gregor thought, certainly looks a lot like war. He

rigs. I guess I don’t hear scrivings with my ears, she thought, which was a curious revelation. She also realized that these rigs must be terribly powerful for her to be able to hear them from so far away.

I’m going to pay for this later, she thought.

Nah

he seemed to explode.

More concerning, though, was that the man she’d leapt on was no longer…well, there.

Lolz she killed a dude but doesnt care

saw something… A vision.

No a flashback lol

slip Clef up her sleeve before Gregor could see him.

Surex jan

Clef’s manipulations had burned the thing out.

Like the exditors note asking why she never used this again

She’d considered using Clef to undo it during the fight—but that would have tipped off the captain to the fact that she possessed something that could break scrived locks, so she’d refrained. She bitterly regretted the choice now.

Oh look another editors note

She supposed she could dart Dandolo, or both of them, and steal the key to the bond.

Editor is busy

“But if you go high enough over a campo wall,” he said, “you don’t trigger any of its warding scrivings—do you?” He looked back at Sancia. “That’s what you did at the waterfront, correct?”

Wow that was unclear

She realized, to her alarm, that they were careening into the deepest enclaves of the Dandolo campo, where the richest, most powerful people resided.

As opposed to the area full of known murderers and thugs and thieves?

“Not again!”

Lolllll by definition the second time wasnt an accident

he still looked better than she felt.

No one can steal her limelight

twist of so many fibers…It pained her greatly in her weakened state, but she managed not to flinch.

Editors note

You must be good, if you’re still breathing.

Duh shes a character

Sancia here was hired to steal it. Her partner, Sark, dutifully passed it along to their client—and was murdered for his troubles.

Or he wa murdered because sancia disnt turn it over

So, say you have a scrived hierophantic

Exposition!

A few hierophantic texts call the basic sigils we use the lingai terrora—the language of the earth, of creation. But the Occidental sigils were the lingai divina—the language of God.”

the fire was you as well?” Sancia shrugged. “Shit got out of hand.”

Jeez it was just a bit of arson

despite saving Orso’s life, her own still offered no value to these men.

Assumes they are as scummy as the people she knows

Sancia had just told him a half truth. It was getting hard to keep up with all her lies.

Surprised pikachu face

“It’s not my damned city! It’s yours! I just live here, or try to!

If you live here oh nevermind

The hierophants are recorded as believing the world is a machine, wrought by God, and somewhere at its heart it is a chamber which was once His seat. Crasedes, finding the seat of God vacant, attempted to install a god of his own making in the chamber to oversee the world.

“That statue is an exact copy of one that once sat on my desk,” he continued, ignoring her. “I suppose they must have replaced it long ago with an altered version.”

So theyd been nin thed workshop once before

I don’t want his name, his money, his company, or his blood. I want ramifications. I want consequences.” “You want justice,”

You are—and this is not a compliment, mind—a very accomplished sneak. And I suspect we will need someone with your talents if we are to succeed.”

Uh so shes a sneak but shes your sneak

The places that are basically designed to make sure people like me die the second I step foot in them.”

You are.. Fine?

“Justice is a luxury.” “No,” said Gregor. “It is not. It is a right. And it is a right that has long been denied.”

“You don’t know a goddamn thing about me,” she said.

Nah he has her number

Midnight, she thought to herself. When the world grinds to a stop, and then restarts.

A device filled with so, so much knowledge of scrivings, of sigils, of the language and makeup of the world.

I sat in the dark for so long. I wasn’t supposed to wait that long.>

:(

He’s just trying to fix the world because it’s the only way he knows to fix himself.>

?

this notion was heresy in Tevanne—the idea of some kind of municipal or governmental authority that could inspect the business of the merchant houses? They would genuinely rather fail

the idea of approaching the daughter of the founder of a competing merchant house was mad. Especially if she was also the wife of the chief officer of that same house.

Ok?

he’d been supremely disinterested in his daughter,

Oops indifferent

<Is it dangerous?> <I don’t think so…> <Then let’s just ignore it for now.

Dumb

How many merchant houses have been doomed because they were too slow to bring a new design to market?

I dunno i havedntg seen any

she was perhaps becoming something else, like a moth struggling to fight its way out of its pupa. There

They hadn’t intended this, surely. They hadn’t planned for her to become this thing.

to hear the sound of the thick, heavy lock striking his skull.

Does she feel herself crashing into his skull

And as she’d sat and watched, she’d realized—master or slave, all screams sounded alike.

Does thisz imply she burned slaVes too

The woman, perhaps sensing something, turned to look around, but Sancia was already gone.

Lol pov skew

the carriage—unmarked,

What would a carriage be marked with it aint a c car

Sighing—she hated changing clothes—Sancia

Gotta remind us the disability is there even if it doesnt affect the plot

“Something’s up with the Candiano campo,” she said. “They’re mixing up all their security procedures.

Better hope she doeant get called on this

this was all true.

Bs

You know Company Candiano almost fell apart about ten years ago, right?”

Exposition!