Song of Silver, Flame Like Night (Song of the Last Kingdom, #1)

by Amélie Wen Zhao

The Dragon Emperor’s Burning of the Hundred Schools was an event wiped from the pages of history books but quietly passed along through word of mouth by practitioners who still remembered.

As she lifted the hem of her robes, her metal nailguards—made in the same style as those of ancient Hin concubines—glittered, long and sharp as claws.

There they governed with their great and terrible powers, worshiped and feared by the Hin…and once in a dynasty, it was said they lent their power to great warriors to change the tides of fate.

to tell her the truth—that Lan might be a breath away from being sold out like cattle and then cast onto the streets—would break her heart.

Seems stupid to kick out your best singer though

There is only one Way of practitioning, and anything that deviates from it is strictly taboo.

Meh

Zen turned and began to walk away. “There is no ‘why.’ Do not question why things are the way they are, Lan. It will only bring you misery.”

Nuts to that

“Will I be good enough to fight by your side then?” Zen gave her a half smile. “In one week? It takes cycles for practitioners to merely gain control of their qì.”

exactly. please let this be the case