A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)

by Arkady Martine

Aknel fucking Amnardbat,

Darj Tarats

Darj Tarats.

after what he has done and condemned the Station to suffer—

cartograph table

Eleven Laurel’s

Old soldiers need to keep their teeth,

His Ministry’s history, his Ministry’s successes. How fragile they can turn out to be,

He thinks of the Shards, tied together with new technology from the Science Ministry, shifted and strange,

more like the Sunlit than his fellow soldiers now,

He thinks of slow poison, an...

Sixteen Moonrise is an acceptable sacrifice if she takes Nine Hibiscus with her

War that will keep War relevant in the new Emperor’s estimation for as long as the conflict continues.

Seventeenth ...

the Shard...

sometimes it isn’t just proprioception and pain that are shared between each Shard,

dying under the slick dissolving ship-spit of the three-ringed alien enemy,

the Third Legion cruiser Verdigris Mesa,

Code Hyacinth.

grinned like a barbarian:

EIGHT Antidote

Simile wonderful

to I think they might be a kind of person, in Mahit Dzmare’s voice.

To they don’t care about death the way we do, but they do understand death.

To what Three Seagrass had said...

the important part wasn’t that they talked, but that they talked back.

Maybe they thought humans might be a kind of person, too.

if where he was was (in a horrible subway derailment that wasn’t supposed to be able to happen) (that might have been his own fault, meant for him, meant to—hurt—him)

Question

The idea was: they might be a kind of person.

Start with the Sunlit and the way they could see through all the camera-eyes of the City.

Science Minister Ten Pearl.

like one mind made of a thousand observing pieces.

it was easy to imagine other kinds of persons, who’d be better at it than the Sunlit ever had been.

they did in all of those strategy-room simulations because they had only one mind.

Haha

Mahit

Three Seagrass

Nine Hib...

as I am prepared to sink my hands into their heart and rip it out, a statement out of an epic conquest poem,

Simile nice

Twenty Cicada,

down on Peloa-2 with his precious, absurd box of fungus, trying to take what she and Three Seagrass had established with the aliens about maybe killing us isn’t all right, at least not indiscriminately,

Have we ever loved someone like that, she thought. Not quite a question. Enough to want to kill a planet in revenge for them.

he needed to be a spy for real. The kind of spy who could sneak, as well as talk and remember and keep his own secrets.

Three Azimuth

Haha

spearpoint.)

proprioception link,

Three Azimuth.

Eleven Laurel