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

by Samantha Shannon

Siden, the gift of the orange tree—a magic of fire and wood and earth.

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

The hot gruel, sweetened to the point of sickliness, was the answer to everything in Inys.

Mmmm gruel

All I did was practice until I became principal apprentice. I forgot how to possess a skill. Instead, the skill possessed me. All of me.”

“Very soon, I mean to whisk you away to the Milk Lagoon, and there we shall live without name or title.”

If you do not do this, the voice said, I will break her. You will have to break me first. And I have proven difficult to break.