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

by Samantha Shannon

Jondu.

amphiptere.”

skinned

Cut short? Phrasing

that would never smile again.

Well that was fast

Great Sanctuary of Briar House,

After the Grief of Ages, when its roof had caved in, Rosarian the Second had ordered red stained-glass windows be set into the arches in memory of those whose blood had been spilled. Over the centuries, three scoundrel trees had broken through the floor and pleached their branches over the walkway. Their leaves already burned with gold and umber. Six hundred people had gathered beneath them for the ceremony, including the

Most Virtuous Order of Sa...

baldachin

Italian?

Roslain and Ermuna,

Lord Calidor Stillwater,

Nelda Stillwater and Lemand Fynch

Crest

for an heir to be baked into existence like a loaf of bread.

Funny simile

carcanet

French

breasts, the nipples whetted.

Weird

Queen Jillian

Sir Tharian Lintley

“And the fate of nations did not rest upon the fruit of our union.”

Oh boy...how many fanfics has this inspired?

honey month.

Phrasing. Honeymoon sounds more fantasy

Lord Calidor Stillwater.

—Marion Angus

Scottish

Rauca

Rumelabar,

Chassar u...

Jantar the Splendid, King of the Ersyr.

ichneumon.

Egyptian mongoose... Rikki tikki tavi!

The natural archenemy of wyrms. They were the champions of many an Inysh legend, but he had never dreamed that they still existed. The Saint had met one of these creatures on the road to Inys from Lasia. It had carried the Damsel on its back when she was too tired to carry on.

Spindles—and

Desert of the Unquiet Dream.

sundry,

Phrasing

masques

English from french

capers.

??? Phrasing? Idk

Chesten Forest.

“Cherries are no longer in season, madam,”

Really? A popped cherry joke?

Spindles

Briar House

Glorian the Third,

the queen who had led Inys through the Grief of Ages. It depicted her riding in armor, full to bursting with child, sword raised in defiance.

Glorian had come to power on the day Fýredel slew her parents. The war had been unexpected, but Glorian Shieldheart had not balked. She had married the elderly Duke of Córvugar and betrothed their unborn child to Haynrick Vatten of Mentendon, all while leading the defense of Inys. On the day her daughter was born, she had taken the babe onto the battlefie...

Chesten Forest,

Brygstad?”

wood-elves and red wolves and suchlike in Mentendon,

Hmm... European of some sort

Goldenbirch,

Tallys,

“Sarsun.”

A child would secure his position at court. He would be the happiest man alive.

Forshadowing

Damsons

British

we will be making a progress into Ascalon.”

Phrasing

crowned with the golden leaves that whiffled like maple seeds from the branches, and when the final leaf had fallen, they watched new ones bud and spring forth, red as dawn, throughout the night.

Huh...

Grieving Orphan,