A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)

by Arkady Martine

Mahit Dzmare.

who had kissed Three Seagrass once, in the middle of going more native than Three Seagrass had ever seen a barbarian go,

Mahit

Yskandr Aghavn

The surgical scar from where Five Portico had inserted the dead-Yskandr’s imago-machine into Mahit’s skull ached.

she’d begun to investigate her predecessor’s death—

he’d promised a dying, brilliant Emperor an imago-machine and eternal life.

Haha

the neuropathic ulnar pain

Dekakel Onchu,

Onchu wasn’t dressed like a Councilor; she was dressed like a spacer,

the strange-echoing place where she was sometimes herself and sometimes a herself who was also Yskandr Aghavn,

Haha Mee too

“You sent me—well, not me. You sent several messages to the Lsel Ambassador. I regret to note that they reached the current one, not the former one.”

the world (the Empire—

the kind of vigilant observation which had kept her alive in the City and which she had been trying so diligently to unlearn enough to imagine she had really come home),

the Councilor for the Pilots

There were so many parts of a spacecraft, and all of them were everywhere, being worked on by Stationers who understood them as intimately as Mahit understood the cadence of Teixcalaanli poetry.

Ambassador Aghavn—

Question - who is “our Station’s official ambassador” - Councilor Aknel Amnardbat? Heritage?

It looked very like Lsel was feeding the Teixcalaanli warships passing through Bardzravand Sector,

the war that had begun almost as soon as Mahit had come back to the Station.

The war that we started,> Yskandr murmured. The war that Councilor Tarats s...

We’re a council of six, and Miners breaks the ties, not Heritage.”

I.e., Yskandr

Mahit had to stop herself from breaking into snickering, helpless and horrified—

Question - why?

“You don’t move like Mahit Dzmare when I first met her.”

“I hate losing imago-lines to neuro damage,

and pilots—well.

look where it had gotten her: home, except never home again.

Nineteen Adze. Her Brilliance.

Darj Tarats

Haha

Nine Hibiscus

Nine Hibiscus

Twenty Cicada

Sixteen M...

Twelve F...

Simile

Haha

Haha - why? Question

my Fleet Captains—particularly the eager ones—are my best tools in the campaign that is about to begin in earnest,”

Sixteen Moonrise was a Fleet Captain, and Nine Hibiscus was going to need the full complement of the Twenty-Fourth Legion—

triple six of legions,

18

she’d been outnumbered before.

on Kauraan,

“Whatever made that shouldn’t exist.”

“Ah, I expect they think the same of you and me,”

Haha

Simile - wonderful

Haha Mee too