A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)

by Arkady Martine

The pets—small furred things that vibrated pleasantly and ate vermin,

Kauraan—

private official conversations,

recorded on the ship’s cameras,

algorithmic AI.

plastisteel

“Swarm,”

a man who could have walked out of The Expansion History or Opening Frontier Poems,

Poetry not movies form the cultural ethos of the empire? Question

Sixteen Moonrise

the Twenty-Fourth Legion,

this surprising show of political unity through displeasure.

Haha

Swarm was Swarm because he was everywhere at once: he knew someone on every ship in the Fleet,

Three Azimuth,

She couldn’t help grinning: teeth-bared like a barbarian, a savage expression. It felt good on her face.

whatever void is eating our planets

Lsel Station

city,

Yskandr,

Mahit Dzmare,

Ambassador to Teixcalaan from Lsel,

her imago—

Councilor Amnardbat

sabotage

Sabotage

a man who remembered his own death well enough that Mahit still sometimes woke

Simile

hanging in warm bone-colored rows,

I love it; it almost ate me and all of you together; I can’t tell you a single thing?

Haha quite an adventure, I gather.

neurological afterimages of sabotage.

handbound literature.

Context failure:

I’m old, she thought, with a peculiar delight.

N.B. Twenty Cicada’s repartee is “dry as processed ship’s air,” p. 20.

when there was so much Teixcalaanli literature to drown herself in? To learn to speak in poetry for?

Haha la plus ca change ….

AKNEL AMNARDBAT, COUNCILOR FOR HERITAGE.

imago-machine.

imago-line

Dekakel Onchu, Councilor for the Pilots,

Three Seagrass,

dangerous lies she had told.

Councilor Amnardbat

She felt Yskandr subside into a watchful, attentive hum.

Yskandr’s flinch, his remembered fear: the Minister of Science in Teixcalaan, offering him food as a pretext to poison.

endocrine trauma response.

memory-linked trauma responses—

Something about Councilor Amnardbat’s emotional timeline was skewed. Perhaps skewed on purpose.

Haha

Onchu.