Empire in Black and Gold (Shadows of the Apt, #1)

by Adrian Tchaikovsky

‘It’s easy, once the lamps are lit, to scoff at shadows,’ was all he said, and then he had retired to bed.

masks and masks and masks, until he could hold them all up before him, and not know which was truly his own face.

There were evils everywhere in the world, Che supposed, and, once she had admitted that, she would have to allow that her own race was responsible for some of them.