A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan, #2)

by Arkady Martine

when her smiling at him made him feel seen in the way that he wanted to be seen.

Haha

Simile

Eleven Laurel

Deflects the question

Haha

“Honestly,” she said, “I’d prefer she didn’t die very fast at all, if she has to die for us.”

Sadist? Or a strategic death will take some time bd therefore would be valuable? Question

a ground campaign, where they fought with shocksticks and projectiles. On a planet, in the dirt.

Because I thought she might just be dangerous enough to stay alive.”

Three Seagrass

Esker-1,

Thirty Larkspur,

Verashk-Talay Confederation

Anhamemat Gate,

The same jumpgate the aliens had come through, according to Mahit’s intelligence.

Darj Tarats

Yskandr’s

Dekakel Onchu,

Mahit

then turned to Tarats and smiled, taking a certain vicious joy in how baring her teeth would always feel like a threat now,

how smiling this brightly even on Lsel was a kind of threat.

Prickles up and down her spine, chiding.

Interesting, that you came back.

Interesting, that you retain enough of your imago-line despite putative sabotage to consult with it.

Interesting, that you spent the time since you returned doing...

She’d been trying to recover her balance, her sense of herself, the shape of a life—any life—that could encompass both Lsel Station and Teixcalaan, two Yskandrs and one of her and whoever they were going to be.

gin-blue, Nineteen Adze’s dark hands on her (his) cheeks, the texture of her lips, the taste of juniper.

Pilots

Miners

a fulcrum to turn a succession crisis on and simultaneously divert a war of conquest away from the Station.

no power, whether Teixcalaanli or alien, could leave resource-rich mining stations alone forever—

Amnardbat

Yskandr Aghavn was dead, and Mahit Dzmare returned home in what he considered to be a state of failure, sabotaged or not;

“And then you’ll have no eyes at all, no one who has met and knows the new Emperor—”

“You’re not wrong,” he said, finally. “You’re quite like Yskandr, too. Maybe enough like Yskandr.”

you go to your scheduled meeting with Amnardbat and her surgeons. But it won’t be her surgeons there. It’ll be mine.”

Relieve her of the responsibility, entirely, of being either Lsel’s representative in Teixcalaan or finding a way to love Teixcalaan while being a Stationer,

She couldn’t imagine what she’d be without Yskandr.

if this imago-machine was carved out of her skull

Five Portico

had carved out the o...

Tsagkel Ambak,

They were all bad offers, and if Mahit turned them down, she had nothing at all.

something she knew that only she knew, that wouldn’t be preserved down an imago-line—

Haw does that work? Question

the singing we:

Skill: all bodies are meat, and each body’s meat and genetics and experience create skill.

Simile

a far-from-center dirt-home of we.

They are not persons. They think language.

But they react as if they we...