A Memory Called Empire (Teixcalaan, #1)

by Arkady Martine

This book is dedicated to anyone who has ever fallen in love with a culture that was devouring their own.

Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe; it gives life back to those who no longer exist. —Guy de Maupassant, “Suicides”

There was nothing safe; there were only gradations of exposure to danger.

She seemed the type to make them all live with her, but no, that was a literary trope,

Lol

The touch was heavy, grounding, firm. Mahit thought of being pinned beneath an entire planet’s mass, the gravitational fall of descent.