The Priory of the Orange Tree (The Roots of Chaos, #1)

by Samantha Shannon

“I thought not.” Harlowe dealt them a cold stare. “Now, get the fuck off my ship.”

Fake suspense. Filler

posy

Phrasing

a tavern called the Grapevine.

“Please forget it.

Phrasing. Keep your memory to yourself?

cross-stitched

Phrasing

Sabran had heard reports that King Sigoso had executed the sanctarians who would not renounce the Saint, but she had not wanted to believe them.

Cárscaro.

Embers from the Womb of Fire.

Jaculi.

Priessa Yelarigas,

Helluva mouthful

Donmata Marosa

He would rise from the silk pillow of nobility and find the spy within. He would harden himself to the dangers of his mission.

She

Uhg. Pronoun to start chapter

Jondu

Eadaz,

Margret

overlords.

Orsul

Valeysa

Dukes Spiritual

Margret

Why not meg? Always margret

Now her siden was quiet, and her senses blunted, Ead could not hear what they

Phasing. Now that

“Caudle,”

British

Royal Librarian found

Lady Oliva Marchyn

Lady Truyde utt Zeedeur

gurnet.

??

Prioress

Dearn Tower.”

Royal Physician

Aubrecht Lievelyn,

Dumusa

Kanperu,

Ginura

Kanperu,

Kwiriki

clapped his fist into his palm.

Like a schoolyard bully?

“It is not our custom to use such methods except under the most serious circumstances. We have enough evidence to prove that she is involved in a conspiracy that may threaten the whole of Seiiki. If she brought the outsider to Orisima, she must know where he came from in the first place. Therefore, she must either be in league with smugglers, which is punishable by death . . . or she is protecting someone else, someone who has yet to be revealed.” The Governor selected a brush from his box. “If she has been used, the all-honored Warlord may show mercy. Are you certain you know nothing more about Sulyard’s purpose here, or who might have helped him enter?”

Dumb

Her eyes sat like pufferfish in her skull.

Bizarre simile

Onren entered the lake with barely a splash. She dived, snatched her treasure, and glided upward in one graceful arc. She swam like a dragon.

ghosts. Quacks professed that the spirits of the dead lived in an element called ether—pure drivel.

Oscarde.

Aleidine.

Like many unions among those of noble blood, theirs had been arranged by their families. The betrothal had been sealed the day Jannart turned twenty, a year before Niclays had met him. He had not been able to face going to the wedding. The knot in the strings of their fates had tortured him. If only he had arrived at court sooner, they might have been companions. He snorted. As if the Marquess of Zeedeur would have been allowed to wed a penniless nobody from Rozentun. Aleidine had been a commoner, but her hand in marriage had come with jewels on it. Niclays, fresh out of university, would have brought the family nothing but debt. Aleidine must be past sixty by now. Her auburn hair would be laced with silver, her mouth framed by lines. Oscarde was at least forty.

Lord Wulf Glenn or Sir Antor Dale,

What is below must be balanced by what is above, and in this is the precision of the universe. Fire ascends from the earth, light descends from the sky. Too much of one doth inflame the other, and in this is the extinction of the universe.

“She explained it to me. That when the wyrms lost their flame and fell into their long sleep, the Eastern dragons grew strong. Now they are losing their strength once more, and the Draconic breeds are awakening. Do you not see? It is a cycle.”

round-wind

Whirlwind?

Leas

Downs.