The Poppy War (The Poppy War, #1)

by R.F. Kuang

one last pleasant day of autumn sun, and woke the next morning to find that a cold sheet of snow had fallen over the Academy.

Ugh I wish we stayed in the academy environment longer, I already miss this feeling

He was building up a background of possibilities for her, a web of new concepts. How did you explain to a child the idea of gravity, until they knew what it meant to fall?