A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)

by Arkady Martine

whether it had been an incendiary, like the one that had killed that woman out in Belltown—

he had to go back. There wasn’t anybody else to do it for him.

Haha

Twenty Cicada,

They aren’t very interested in our unmusical mouth noises, and you summoned all the singers back up to the ship.”

Haha

Nine Hibiscus.

mycelium—”

vicious brightness

weight, weight for the wheel, I see,

Haha

making herself sound vicious and bored, a poet having to speak to an illiterate at court

Ambassador Dzmare

she has done nothing but contribute to the universal effort to minimize casualties and elucidate meaning out of meaningless conflict.

Haha bingo.

Eleven Lathe,

He has zero imagination and less empathy - a sociopath I think. Thoroughly nasty, at any rate,

Like she was possessed. Like she was—Yskandr Aghavn, probably.

Haha

which one of them had had her beautiful hands all over Three Seagrass?

the answer was likely a horri...

How much of what he had asked had Aghavn refused? How much had Aghavn done?

Five Thistle

there really was no way for a barbarian to say no and keep being the kind of barbarian the Empire thought of as a person.

Haha

whether Her Brilliance would let him keep being a spy, keep having the freedom to get in trouble and learn information he shouldn’t know.

He’d disagreed with her to her face. And now he was in the process of countermanding her orders.

If he stopped, he’d probably turn around.

Tulip Terminal to Nasturtium Terminal.

Simile. Extended

two Information Ministry officials

all the righteous rage of a kid with a job who didn’t get believed because he was a kid,

Haha

Haha

Haha

Haha mail fraud is putting something knowingly *false* in the mail, or something else but with fraudulent intent.

The Councilor from Lsel Station

Nine Hibiscus’s

Councilor for the Miners,

enough to work ore

he spoke language, as well as Stationer.

Twenty Cicada’s voice had sounded—

she hadn’t dipped into Shard-sight for more than a day—

from the accelerating curve of Sixteen Moonrise’s slow, barely plausibly deniable attack vector.

From how she wasn’t sure if she wanted to stop Sixteen Moonrise at all, whatever Emperor Nineteen Adze’s opinion...

“How very like a Teixcalaanlitzlim, to say I am welcome and have me chained,”

Haha

I rule here as the outreached hand of our Illuminate Emperor,

she was debating whether Mahit Dzmare was another of the same sort, or merely a person who had been bitten by a snake.

“How many?

how ...

Perhaps you would like to tell us poor barbarian Stationers how to see the invisible, a...

Councilor Onchu

Two Foam

Twenty Cicada’s