Status Updates From The Lost Steersman (The Ste...

“She brushed her hands together: green and pink ghosted away like smoke; violet and white tumbled to the ground. The steerswoman closed her eyes and listened. The endless sound of [ocean], now quieter; the sudden cry of a gull, sharp, like a little knife of sound. No sound of demons, no voices or footsteps of humans.”

“What might the world be like, in the absence of humankind?

Perhaps like this, everywhere. Perhaps nothing like this. Perhaps stranger.

She tucked her hands under her arms and sat wrapped in her cloak, with the cooling earth beneath, the cooling air falling from above, and the chill sight and sound of the stars all around her.”

“The [mooring] line was marked by a sphere of murky yellow glass…Above the tide line there was a small but solid hut…Outside, water barrels crowded against the hut, some in various stages of being reduced to firewood. These last gave Rowan an eerie feeling; there remained here a feeling of work interrupted. Rowan caught herself looking around warily, half expecting someone to suddenly return.”

Glad I’m on vacation bc I can’t put this book down

“he couldn't fight them with a sword, like Rowan, or with a bow, like Arvin. Maybe he wasn't any better with words than he was with a sword or a bow, but he wouldn't die if he tried and failed at it. Which he might, with a sword or a bow. "Right."

She clapped him on the shoulder, like he'd seen
the militia do with each other. "Good man. You start on one end, I'll start on the other"