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

by Samantha Shannon

Court is a place where fortunes flower like spring, and fall like autumn leaves.’

her bearing was that of a woman settled in her bones.

‘your pain is not my pain, but I know its shape. I am sorry for it.’

She smiled the way a tamed bird sang.

Some people need to call others evil, so they can seem pure and righteous in comparison, or to purge contempt they hold in secret for themselves.

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