Trade paperback, 449 pages
English language
Published Sept. 10, 2015 by Orbit.
A SEASON OF ENDINGS HAS BEGUN.
IT STARTS WITH THE GREAT RED RIFT across the heart of the world's sole continent, spewing ash that blots out the sun.
IT STARTS WITH DEATH, with a murdered son and a missing daughter.
IT STARTS WITH BETRAYAL and long-dormant wounds rising up to fester.
This is the Stillness, a land familiar with catastrophe, where the power of the earth is wielded as a weapon. And where there is no mercy.
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Not my favorite book but well crafted and continuing on with the series. A big part is I didn't really love the viewpoint characters, the side characters tend to be more interesting to me.
Took me a bit to get into it, and the changing of character names over time confused me a bit, but once I got past those two issues, it was a really fun read. Looking forward to the next two books to see what happens on Earth in a possible distant future where earth magic is common and nothing is stable.
1) "Let's start with the end of the world, why don't we? Get it over with and move on to more interesting things."
2) "'You hate the way we live. The way the world makes us live. Either the Fulcrum owns us, or we have to hide and be hunted down like dogs if we're ever discovered. Or we become monsters and try to kill everything. Even within the Fulcrum we always have to think about how they want us to act. We can never just... be.' He sighs, closing his eyes. 'There should be a better way.' 'There isn't.' 'There must be. Sanze can't be the first empire that's managed to survive a few Seasons. We can see the evidence of other ways of life, other people who became mighty.' He gestures away from the highroad, toward the landscape that spreads all around them. They're near the Great Eastern …
1) "Let's start with the end of the world, why don't we? Get it over with and move on to more interesting things."
2) "'You hate the way we live. The way the world makes us live. Either the Fulcrum owns us, or we have to hide and be hunted down like dogs if we're ever discovered. Or we become monsters and try to kill everything. Even within the Fulcrum we always have to think about how they want us to act. We can never just... be.' He sighs, closing his eyes. 'There should be a better way.' 'There isn't.' 'There must be. Sanze can't be the first empire that's managed to survive a few Seasons. We can see the evidence of other ways of life, other people who became mighty.' He gestures away from the highroad, toward the landscape that spreads all around them. They're near the Great Eastern Forest; nothing but a carpet of trees rising and falling for as far as the eye can see. Except— —except, just at the edge of the horizon, she spots something that looks like a skeletal metal hand, clawing its way out of the trees. Another ruin, and it must be truly massive if she can see it from here. 'We pass down the stonelore,' Alabaster says, sitting up, 'but we never try to remember anything about what's already been tried, what else might have worked.'"
3) "'I didn't know.' She slurs the words around the back of her hand. The words don't make sense but she feels compelled to say them. 'I didn't.' 'You think that matters?' It's almost cruel, the emotionlessness of his voice and face. 'It matters to me!' 'You think you matter?' All at once he smiles. It's an ugly thing, cold as the vapor that curls off ice. 'You think any of us matter beyond what we can do for them? Whether we obey or not.' He jerks his head toward the body of the abused, murdered child. 'You think he mattered, after what they did to him? The only reason they don't do this to all of us is because we're more versatile, more useful, if we control ourselves. But each of us is just another weapon, to them. Just a useful monster, just a bit of new blood to add to the breeding lines. Just another fucking rogga.'"
4) "'Orogenes built the Fulcrum,' he says. She's almost never heard him say orogene. 'We did it under threat of genocide, and we used it to buckle a collar around our own necks, but we did it. We are the reason Old Sanze grew so powerful and lasted so long, and why it still half-rules the world, even if no one will admit it. We're the ones who've figured out just how amazing our kind can be, if we learn how to refine the gift we're born with.' 'It's a curse, not a gift.' Syenite closes her eyes. But she doesn't push away the bundle. 'It's a gift if it makes us better. It's a curse if we let it destroy us. You decide that—not the instructors, or the Guardians, or anyone else.' There's another shift, and the bed moves a little as Alabaster leans on it. A moment later she feels his lips on her brow, dry and approving. Then he settles back down on the floor beside the bed, and says nothing more."
5) "Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall; Death is the fifth, and master of all. -Arctic proverb"
