Maximilian Birkl

“Many more will live,” Rin said, and she was nearly certain that it was true. And even if it wasn’t, she was willing to take that gamble. She knew she would bear full responsibility for the murders she was about to commit, bear the weight of them for as long as she lived. But it was worth it. For the sake of her vengeance, it was worth it. This was divine retribution for what the Federation had wreaked on her people. This was her justice. “They aren’t people,” she whispered. “They’re animals. I want you to make them burn. Every last one.” “And what will you give me in return?” inquired the Phoenix. “The price to alter the fabric of the world is steep.” What did a god, especially the Phoenix, want? What did any god ever want? “I can give you worship,” she promised. “I can give you an unending flow of blood.”
― R.F. Kuang, The Poppy War

“Nothing touched by Empire stays clean.”
― Arkady Martine, A Memory Called Empire

“war was nothing more than an argument in which no one had landed on a better solution than killing each other.”
― Becky Chambers, The Galaxy, and the Ground Within

“This book is dedicated to anyone who has ever fallen in love with a culture that was devouring their own.”
― Arkady Martine, A Memory Called Empire