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

by Samantha Shannon

“All stories grow from a seed of truth,” Truyde said. “They are knowledge after figuration.”

We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs.”

“In darkness, we are naked. Our truest selves. Night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight it,” Ead continued. “It will do everything it can to seep inside you. Sometimes it may succeed—but never think that you are the night.”

“The one who wears the chains is a thousand times greater than the one who wields them,”

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

“To be kin to a dragon,” Nayimathun said, “you must not only have a soul of water. You must have the blood of the sea, and the sea is not always pure. It is not any one thing. There is darkness in it, and danger, and cruelty. It can raze great cities with its rage. Its depths are unknowable; they do not see the touch of the sun. To be a Miduchi is not to be pure, Tané. It is to be the living sea. That is why I chose you. You have a dragon’s heart.”