A Desolation Called Peace (Teixcalaan #2)

by Arkady Martine

Having whole hours to contemplate her degree of fuckedness was a luxury.

<I can think of worse than that,> Yskandr said, with too much brittle cheer. Don’t.

It turned out that there was a place you went after you were scared. A big, cold, bright place inside your head.

endocrine response said, in that brutal language of the flesh, This person has had their hands inside you, and you welcomed them in. Let’s do it again. Here are nice chemicals to help.