“Above, the tower. Emberlight and the pendant dark. Below, the hidden world that sheltered the forsaken. And I walked the liminal between them, with a god at my side and the streets like dying coals around us, waiting to be stoked. The fire was in the citadel, in his eyes, in my skin.”

“Above, the tower. Emberlight and the pendant dark. Below, the hidden world that sheltered the forsaken. And I walked the liminal between them, with a god at my side and the streets like dying coals around us, waiting to be stoked. The fire was in the citadel, in his eyes, in my skin.”

— Samantha Shannon