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

by Samantha Shannon

Like oysters, dragons could make pearls, one in a lifetime. It never left the pouch.

Wot

Saint, he prayed, let me not piss myself at the end.

HA

“More of your comely words,” she said. “I like them well, Ead Duryan.” Ead looked her in the eye. She imagined two gemstones falling to the ground, shattering from within. Those were the eyes of Sabran Berethnet.

If this shit doesn't end up being gay i'll be so mad

And there, at last, was Kit.

WHAT!!! this gagged me

It was traditional in Inys for the closest friends of the betrothed to lead them into the state of companionship.

i love that

Truyde utt Zeedeur stared at the lifeless High Prince of Mentendon.

FUCKING GAGGED, GAGGED CITY

“Be silent and learn something.”

Real

“Be at my side for the birth. And onward,” Sabran murmured. “You must always stay with me, Ead Duryan.”

Uh oh how you gonna get out of this pickle Ead

“So no, Sabran Berethnet. I will not bring you poison. Not now. Not ever.” The words came from a place she had tried to lock. The place where a rose had grown.

:'0

“Fool,” she said. “I would not be compelled by you or anyone. Have I not always given you truth?” Sabran smiled at that. “Too much of it,” she said. “You are the only one who does.”

Girl you lie to her every day smh *_*

“You know I take the Knight of Courage as my patron. There is courage, I think, in open-mindedness, and thinking for oneself. If you are a witch, then perhaps witches are not so wicked after all.”

I love a rational thinker

Swan pie, woodcock, and roasted goose, baked venison in a rich clove sauce, burbot sprinkled with almond snowflakes and silver leaf, white cabbage and honey-glazed parsnip, mussels seethed in butter and red wine vinegar.

The food descriptions in this book are out of this world

Truyde might care whether he lived or died, he supposed. He wondered how she fared. Was she still agitating for an alliance with the East, or quietly mourning her lover?

Oof

And he would find Truyde. He would be a grandfather to her, and he would make Jannart proud.

Double oof

“I must speak to Sabran,” she said. “It is time to open a new door.”

SHALL THE EAST AND WEST UNITE AT LAST?!?!

A curved sword was across her throat, and Tané Miduchi was standing behind her.

SLAY

Mama wants me to wear white now. Who in the world wears white on their wedding day?”

lol

Without me, you will have nothing to unite you. You will fall to wars of wealth and religion. You will make enemies of each other. As you always have. And you will end yourselves.

“Together,” Tané whispered. “For Neporo. For Cleolind.”

It was Eadaz uq-Nāra who had mortally wounded the Nameless One with the True Sword. And then, as if that were not sufficient heroism for one night, she and Tané Miduchi had finished him off with the jewels. It was the stuff of legend, a tale destined to be enshrined in song—and Niclays had slept through the whole damned thing.

VERY Bilbo Baggins coded

“You loved me. Without condition. You saw the person I could be. And I will be that person, Jan. I will endure, my midnight sun.” He touched the stone face one more time, the lips that were so like they had been in life. “I will teach my heart to beat again.”

:')

“I would live alone for fifty years to have one day with you.”