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

by Samantha Shannon

“Reading,” Ead said lightly. “A dangerous pastime.”

he had also been trying to melt the knife of grief that had been buried in his side.

have not seen death, my lord. You have only seen the mask we put on it.”

“Pity this house, for here we are cursed,”

Ghosts were the voices the dead left behind. Echoes of a soul taken too soon.

You wear so much armor by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer.

No woman should be made to fear that she was not enough.

“Piety can turn the power-hungry into monsters,” Ead said. “They can twist any teaching to justify their actions.”