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

by Amélie Wen Zhao

The Elantians spoke with the slow, unhurried slur of a people drunk on power.

How was it that such beautiful, ordinary things could continue to exist at a time when her entire world had been upended?

“There are some topics you must not jest about.” “What, so I can become as fun as you?”