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

by Samantha Shannon

‘My mother told me we are all like roses. I always thought it means that we opened our petals, took our true form, and gradually withered. But perhaps we never stop growing. If women are flowers, we are not roses, but day’s eyes – blooming not once, but over and over, each time the light touches us.’

It is your nature to warm all you see, and the sun does not ask forgiveness for shining.’