A Memory Called Empire (Teixcalaan #1)

by Arkady Martine

<It is lonely, being Teixcalaanlitzlim and without all of Teixcalaan,> Yskandr whispered to Mahit. <It is the one thing I do not envy, without a shred of regret.> We’re never alone, Mahit thought. You and I. Never again in this life. <Or the next.>