A Day of Fallen Night (The Roots of Chaos #0.1)

by Samantha Shannon

Brenna is dead,’

The sun was beaten bloody by the time he found an inn.

I dont get it

Langarth had stood for centuries. A former priory, it had sixty rooms, all built around a courtyard that housed a damson tree.

The nightless summers, and the waterfalls that froze to scrunched linen, staying that way for most of the year.

‘Snow has a smell?’ ‘We have a word for it. Skethra – a scent that washes the air clean.’

Though they were clearly heathen, Lord Edrick had never had them removed.

Erasure of "heathen" things is common in innis?

hazel and hornbeam, alder and medlar, wicker elm and rowan and yew, birch and beech and brittle willow, blackthorn and spindle and steadfast oak – but no hawthorns, not for centuries. The Saint had ordered them destroyed to end the old ways of the Inyscans,

Their friendship had begun the mutual respect between dragonkind and the Seiikinese.

Tane

The earth was not suspended in the air exactly balanced by her heavy weight.

Evening painted over the last strokes of dusk. Furtia passed wisps of cloud, silvering them with the light that filled her crown.

He had never taken such close notice of his friend before, and had no idea why he was doing it now.

Cute

The sinister cast over the sun was an ill omen.

A gold ring shone on her left forefinger, showing two hands, twined at the bezel above her base knuckle.

In her sunroom, she cleaned her teeth with a chewstick and used a salve of rosewater to quench her skin after the desert. Months on the road had made her more grateful than ever for the small comforts of home.

Clouds drawn by the wind never tarnished the moonlight.

She was duelling with scraps of paper and whispers,

Tunuva was astride her, pointing the spear at her throat.

Blushinggggg

It will never stop, Tunuva thought, unbidden. It will never stop hurting. All of your days, you will never know peace. She drew Siyu as close as she could, and Siyu buried her face in her shoulder.

‘At the age of five, the path splits, with the girls becoming postulants. They begin their training as warriors and guardians of the Southern courts, and bond with an ichneumon pup. The boys stay with the men, who teach them needlepoint, cooking, husbandry – everything to do with maintaining the Priory. They also prepare to support us in battle.’

How did she die?’

She sking too much

Tunuva felt that odd sense of queasiness again.

Y u no listen

nothing.’

Wulf?

Her jaw was set like a brick to mortar.

drowning her in honey.

Only witches died by fire. Let his last day, his last choice, be the truth.

Wulf is on īege, ic on ōþerre. Fæst is þæt ēglond, fenne biworpen . . . Ungelīce is ūs.

Tunuva spotted Canthe and gave her a small nod.

She killed siyu’s bae dumbass,

ichneumon musk and blossom and fruit.

someone make this a perfume lol

A serious malady has arrived there from Mentendon.’

Covid tw here

whose mane was like poured moonlight.

Jealous

She took a small bite as she returned to Ninuru. Its flesh was sweet, its skin soft as a kiss.

I like to eat, for comfort and warmth, but I can manage on water.’

Dont trust a bish that dont eat

‘You would be wise to set your mind to motherhood now, and to not exert yourself before your marriage,’ Lord Robart said, tidying his papers. ‘The entire Virtues Council is here to guard the queendom for you.

Sus

Only fallen night can stop it.

‘Nayimathun

Ayyyyy we know her

dabbed rosemary oil behind her ears, making her smell of misery.

‘Wulfert,’ Canthe said. ‘His name is Wulfert Glenn.’

An d ur the witch

That thumb stroked Wulf from cheekbone to jaw.

Omgg cuuuuteeee

bland Inysh broth.’

Lol

One had caught molten lead from the roof in her eye.

Jesus

Julain.

Same as priory julain or no

Then it came: the unmistakable, merciful smell of rain. I hear.

Dumai the cooliest she put that pearl in tanes side or wut

keep her up all night.

My people

‘Two sides,’ he explained, ‘in perfect balance. Above rules the bowl of cold, water and night. Below rules fire and warmth and day.

As one of the two waxes, the other wanes – an eternal balance.

The ground has been dry, racked with drought, the rivers low. Even the ice in the North has been melting. Whether that extremity is the cause or the result—’

A wildfire destroys blindly, but would you call it evil?’

No matter how deep we bury the past, it always wells back up. I find it best to understand, rather than fear.’

fatigue had nailed horseshoes under his eyes.

On every battlefield, there are warriors and ravens – the warriors on the snow, the ravens waiting in the trees. Look to those closest to you, and decide which is which. Work out who will fight, and who will feast on your flesh. Who will stand beside you, and who will wait for you to fall.