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

by Samantha Shannon

conflagration,

He should have been laid in a river barge, on a bed of pearls, sung to the sea without end.

He could make anything sound reasonable, even usurpation. The gift of his silver tongue.

am alone, with my foot in the fishnet.

You are a kite, a rainbow, a rider. The realisation tilted the corners of her lips. Where have you ever belonged but the sky?

more. Just come with me.’ Nikeya had worn more faces than Dumai could count, but never all at once. Her features were not a mask now, but pure embroidery, made up of the finest stitches of emotion: surprise, tenderness, sorrow, too many shades and myriads of feeling to be picked apart.

She did not look back.

N now r just abandoning your bitch too?

If the House of Noziken is ever to recover, you would have to bear an heir, Dumai. I sense your path does not lead you to motherhood. Should I – your grandmother – force you to go against your nature, all for the sake of preserving a name?’

A man better with blades than bread. In the Priory, war was the domain of women, who lived to exemplify and honour its founder, while men took care of the home.

whatever lurked in Canthe was strange, and struck him as familiar, in some distant way.

this was the last night she would have everything she wanted in the world, all in one place.

a grove of season trees.

What is a season tree? Deciduous ?

Mulberry Queen.’

Canthe to blame tho

‘In the tales, she has no name, like too many women in stories of old.’

When they die, it is because of me.’

You will make bad decisions. Never forget what you learned on the mountain. Remember and respect your limits.’

It had been days since anyone had asked how she was and looked in her eyes,

It was cruel that evenings should be so beautiful in this time of death, the sun a glowing coal.

about our families, and the reason they are intertwined.’

Dont tell me you're cousins

She prayed her friend was content with his fate, his spirit rooted to a mountain – but sometimes, when her courage failed, she wished he would find his way back to her.

‘Beauty requires no talent.’ ‘Sharpening it to your benefit does,’ Dumai said,

She could make fire without spark or tinder,’

This canthe bitch is everywhere

‘But when her tree finally died, so, too, did her will to live.

Same

‘Heat and water,’ Nikeya said. ‘A little of both of

Her body taken over, laden, stretching and filling beyond her control, growing a seed that unfurled in the darkness. She knew that bringing it into the light would rip a deep scar through her mind, even if she recovered in body.

‘Suzumai is your sister and my cousin. We could make her strong and brave,

So ur going tlo make your sister have the child you dont want to have?

She would always carry the pain of his loss, even if its weight was lighter. It was hers to throw like clay on a wheel, to be turned and worked and smoothed into a shape she might one day be able to hold within herself.

‘We pledged our love by water, under the night sky. If you still want to be wed to me, then you already are,

plague remedy

Fuck

thank you for reuniting us,’

She also tore yiu apart

two tiny stars had risen into the sky of her pupils.

sleepwalked

Sneaky azz lyin ass

Tunuva stared at those eyes, into some primordial absence.

Washtu, who pulled hair from the sun to give fire to the world.

‘I was sure you would have it, Cleolind. I came so close to holding its twin – the one Neporo hid away.’ She

Ugh its so frustrating to watch her successfully keep them apart

‘But yours is here, within my grasp.

Oh naur

‘You have doomed yourself—’

Oh?

‘This is but a shadow of the power I once had.’

the Hawthorn Mother.

‘You are the one who took my child.’

it must have been Canthe who made you see Saghul, tricked you into killing Anyso.’

I guess im glad ur telling me everything she di but could u let me work some of it out myself

the sun a glob of melted fat. She

into the trees to find a secluded place. Sabran was sitting so hard on her, she was about to burst.

If this is sabran in the next book i dont understand because i thought so much time passed that no one remembered the wyrms except the dragons but also the naming of the barethnets maYbe its a different sabran

coppice of pines,

All she wanted was for Sabran to stay inside, away from the dying world, safe in the snug of her womb.

I mean ya that is kind of a messed up worpd.to inherit

‘Forgive my crudeness, Lady Protector, but you really did choose a shite place to visit.’

The star will light the sky erelong, and fallen night will quench the fire.

‘Princess Sabran is here!’

If this is the same sabrán it makes no sense

‘Don’t fall,’ she said. ‘I have waited all my life for you, Noziken pa Dumai.’

You are a kite. She saw the slick teeth in the waves, rocks that would crack her head like a shell. Take to the sky. Before she could strike the sea, Furtia swept beneath her.