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368 pages, Hardcover
First published April 10, 2018
That, he believed, was the essence of what it meant to be a poet. Not to work magic. Rather it was to see, and weave verse from, life's manifold truths. Even if they hurt.
They nearly always did.
Lin's gaze was drawn up, to the walkways that ran alongside the walls in three levels, accessible by staircases of porphyry and gold. The walls that were entirely glass, clear as air, so that along the walkways burned countless stars.
All this overseen by an arched ceiling like a second sky, adorned with stars and spheres. Against a backdrop of black crystal, jewels made the constellations.
"The fire has made of you
A bright steel blade, a golden chain
A light that blinds.
I would have you walk in light,
Not become it."
"Moonlight through the tent flap, slender as a rapier, split the wall between them. Lin was still. She felt to cross that line would signify the end of something."
"I came to the Zahra to conquer and was, myself, conquered."
"Her heart was a broken-winged bird that staggered in circles. Outside, the windowless hallway seemed to beckon to her, its bleak recesses the only place she belonged."