A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)

by Arkady Martine

Yskandr would have taken that offer the first time she made it, three months and a war ago.

I still don’t understand why you feel half the ways you do about how much I like you,

Reed, I don’t understand why I feel half the ways I do about how much I like you, either.

I want,

Nine Orchid

I want,

<To go home.> No such place.

I ...

I ...

I ...

I ...

I...

Simile ctnded

to—not be bored. You’re never boring.

Same trait as Eighth Antidote. Another pairing.

Haha

Haha

“You went there,” she went on, “and I didn’t.

It wouldn’t be the Jewel of the World. It’d be somewhere—new.

Haha trying to share Station-culture.

A smile like starlight and threat.

<It’s a good offer, Mahit,> Yskandr told her. <It’s kinder than any I ever had.>

Nineteen Adze,

Question

TO think as a person and to not think language.

unfamiliar body,

We,

This body, that body:

this body

L...

this...

that...

this new...

singing in the we: cal...

the body LEAP!

the body Swarm.

We-when-we-are-Teixcalaan

We-when-we-are-Teixcalaan

To think language would be so transparent as to allow knowing!

we

we are sometimes known, even so. If we are lucky.

the endless curiosity and want and ...

th...

Aknel Amnardbat—

asekreta—

Darj Tarats—

Councilor for the Miners,

Dekakel Onchu—

Councilor for the Pilots,

Eight Antidote—

Minister of the Judiciary