A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)

by Arkady Martine

This was definitely true and also not very comforting at all. True things weren’t, mostly.

Hand to hand. The continuity of the flesh.

When the Tenth Legion wasn’t in active combat, it sang its way through a thousand years of previous casualties, cycling every week and a half from the most recent fallen soldier in the Legion to the very first Teixcalaanlitzlim who had died wearing this uniform.

Cost-benefit analysis was antithetical to sleeping.

How clearly she saw what Amnardbat was, in that moment: a person who so loved Lsel Station that she’d replaced her ethical responsibilities with the appalling brightness of that love, and didn’t care what she burned out to preserve

Wait for the real problem, Your Excellency. Don’t borrow trouble that doesn’t come to you on its own.”

Three Seagrass needed to destabilize the situation further, before she could have any hope of putting it back together properly.