Notes on The Monster Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

The Monster Baru Cormorant
Seth Dickinson
Tom Doherty Associates

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Prelude

Kutulbha was a gray disc on the coast of the Oriati Mbo, a dark mortar full of bone. Into that mortar the Falcresti had inscribed two words in their dull blocky script: THE ARC OF HISTORY .

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rapier Kindalana, named, because of its keen point and difficult grip, after his ex-wife.

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so he said the words that would sever him from the human community for all time and make him into a seeping wound of grief and horrible lonely power.

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Act One: The Fall of the Elided Keep

the Empire of Masks,

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This is the story of Agonist.

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T HE pale man with the rowan-red hair oversaw the execution. He had a stylus and a varnished writing-board, and a form clasped in a steel folio, a form for Baru to sign after she screamed for mercy.

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His name was Apparitor

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O ykari Himu, and Wydd, and Devena who stands between you,

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punish Falcrest with storm, and with cancer, and with the excess of moderation which is called weakness.

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how many of her predecessors had vowed, in secret, to defy their masters? None had succeeded. Or, worse, they had all succeeded, all of them defiant, all of their defiance expected and incorporated into the Throne’s victory.

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You must consider the mosaic, not the stone.”

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the notion that any crime could be pardoned for a chance to glimpse these world secrets.

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“The Cryptarch’s Qualm.”

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to be seen is to be known. To be known is to perish. Act subtly, lest you diminish.”

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the Tyrant’s Qualm

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you must entice supporters by granting them a piece of your power. But the more people you entice, the more thinly you are spread, and to spread is to perish.”

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I NCARNATION is the art of form mimicking content.

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The Emperor here would be a lobotomite, his will pithed and destroyed with a steel pick.

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“I claim the polestar mark,”

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By my works I make my claim.”

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“I am Agonist,” she told them. “Let it be known.” Agonist. It meant one who struggles .

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You’ve saved us, you’ve saved us,” now thick-throated joy, “Baru, we’ve won . Falcrest is saved.”

??

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Our Metademe deploys demographic weapons against Oriati Mbo. Oriati Mbo retaliates with the bushmeat defense, including especially the zoonotic reservoirs of the Kettling.

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Today was the day she had to ease Abdumasi Abd from the resentimente to the attachment.

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give him a lever with a tiny random chance of yielding a pellet on each pull— Then he spends his whole life pulling. Because every moment he’s not pulling that lever, he’s wasting a chance.

Skinner box, opportunity cost

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You carry the weight of your ancestors—” “—but I lift it, and that makes me strong,

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“although I do like that word, bitch, a woman who’s not approved of: it has such wonderful eugenic overtones.

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briefly, possessed an army. It had been disposed of. Field-general was still slang for someone doomed to destruction.

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sprezzatura, the casual and effortless grace of the superior.

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The young tyrants of the Suettaring markets call the modern prosperity the Farrier Age. The Egalitarians who protest beneath the Suettaring hills call him the King of Pillage .

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the squid priest .

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Very few know for certain that Cosgrad Torrinde, Minister of the Metademe, is also the elusive Hesychast. More know that Cairdine Farrier is also Itinerant,

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Falcrest’s Suettaring

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Genius, he says, may be discovered anywhere, and our Imperial duty calls us to discover that genius and to save it from decay.

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keep that ember in your fist, so it always burns.

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All in all he was like a very self-satisfied raccoon.

fat tanuki

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Hesychast rules: all character is determined by heredity. No one may disobey their intrinsic nature.

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When she was not in training (and it was training) with Farrier she drank rare whiskeys and read secret histories and tried to imagine exactly what would come next.

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“Too much of Oriati society is a shared commons. You don’t own the pasture where you graze your sheep—your village takes care of it together. If you don’t own the pasture, you can’t post it as collateral for a loan.

the commons

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Her half blindness didn’t keep her from reading: if she couldn’t always quote the right half of the page,

still? thought temporary

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Imagine a currency made of locks! A currency that measures the value of secrets, and the more the secret’s worth, the more locks you attach.

a crypto currency

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Tain Hu was dead. Hold up that big pain next to losing Aminata. Look at you, tiny pain. You are so little.

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eidesis

knowledge?

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Incrasticism is our Republic’s creed. The word means for tomorrow .

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the mysterious energies of the Oriati sacred stone called uranium.

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Now there’s no more slavery anywhere. We ended it.

a beautiful legacy

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a small nation called Falcrest, which, of late, had begun to think itself a crocodile instead of a crane.

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Prince who lived in it, Kindalana

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She was the rarest of them, the most bound to her studies, the most reticent with her praise and favor, the most cutting in her indictments of failure, and thus the most precious.

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You couldn’t mention that you were hungry, or sad, or lonely, because Kindalana would try to fix it.

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“You do listen to the griots,”

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Wasn’t it ruled by a mad king who bred people like dogs? Or possibly an octopus?

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all this was like the art of being a spy and a lord and a queen, all this was the game of learning without being learnt—and like that game all of it was a prelude to pain.

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The thousand-year Mbo was cracking apart before her, and Farrier’s ivy was growing in the seams.

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the Physician’s Qualm?” “I do.” The flesh of the people is the body of the Republic. The care of the flesh is the care of the Republic. Neither by injury nor by neglect may I allow the Republic to come to harm.

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Do you ever experience a hemorrhage of will, especially when trying to get out of bed?

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things have to get better as one moves from the provinces toward Falcrest, don’t they? There must be a gradient of hope.”

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a cloak made of a dead silver wolf.

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the poisoner’s dilemma,” Hesychast said. “How do you make a decision when your decision depends on someone else’s choice? And when he’s modifying his choices based on his own predictions of yours?

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Hesychast’s verdict still blew hot in my ears. He had run his tests, and judged her compromised, most terribly compromised, by Farrier’s process.

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Toro Haba’s Law of Force, to explain the way two boats collided. When unequal forces meet, they always bargain fairly. One boat cannot strike another without being struck in return.

newton’s second, f = ma

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Himu the virtue of energy, Wydd the virtue of patience, and Devena who stood between them.

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They developed a method to test the effects of their compounds: home-group and journey-group, the basis of the experimental method.

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I believe Himu, the ykari virtue, was inspired by a Cancrioth operative named Hayamu raQ ù . Hayamu became Himu.”

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if their works were all undone with their departure … if the secrets of inoculation were lost, and the great roads overrun by banditry, and plague left to sweep the world, and babies abandoned in the wind, and the winter given to scurvy, and a portion of the good and great taken each year by a simple tooth abscess … then so be it.

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Put a rocket engine on an arrow, put hundreds of those arrows on a rack, and now you had a hwacha. You didn’t have to pay or train or feed it, and it could beat a company of longbowmen barrage for barrage.

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Hate clung on them like butter. Baru could have drawn a streak in it.

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Shir looks down at him and considers the membranes that men grow to insulate themselves from the brilliant truth.

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The world is indifferent to the reputations of men. Beneath the veil of civilization the truth prowls on an older earth

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he will never rest until he can master that temptation, master the threat of her, achieve dominion over her and all she cares for so that all her happiness is at his disposal. Not one of his students. One of his foes.

??

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Iscend Comprine, Hesychast’s Clarified terror.

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“I am Staff Captain Shao Lune, and I’ve escaped the Traitor-Admiral Juris Ormsment.

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“I worked with this young woman over the winter. She is most career-minded.

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“You think a cult will have account books ?” “Of course they will!”

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Cryptarch’s Qualm? To use your power, you must touch the world. To be touched is to be seen. Didn’t they send a fleet to help my rebels? Didn’t they act? They’ll have left traces.”

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The tragedy of the knife is the hilt. The tragedy of the crossbow is the trigger. Shir has neither. She cannot be gripped nor fired. She is unmastered.

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not one truth of her resides within a relationship to any other thing.

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A shark-sleek woman of brooding intention, a danger and a lure. Like a dark stone beneath rough water.

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Tain Shir will take those things from her. Do you see, O ambitious one? The world does not answer to you. The code you follow will not grant you what you seek.

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She accepts the world as it is and the world accepts her thus. She is not mastered. What is done to her cannot confine what she will do.

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She knows that the best of men have strength and speed beyond her own, as the bear has strength on the wrestler and the catamount has speed on the runner, but still they fear the human for the human is more violent. She is more violent.

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the fire brigades were out in full array, waiting in their boats beneath the veranda of the canal on the Nehr ab-Gamine for a lightning strike to start the bells and the bidding.

hah

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Khamtiger, khamtiger, what do you eat? Your dogs and your cattle and your two running feet.

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the look of a woman who had a fire inside her which Lindon would never know.

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daring him to show a little fire, a little black-eyed shark-toothed aggression,

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Act Two: The Fall of the Llosydanes

What was important? Whatever hurt the most.

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She’d put it off so long, what a damn fool, what a stupid sentiment had paralyzed her:

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Baru slipped down into the ship’s bilge. Staff Captain Shao Lune had been chained here to soak. She crouched in the ankle-deep filth.

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“I just want a little honest company. At least I know you want to kill me.”

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“Honor,” Apparitor murmured, “is just a credit rating for violence.” Baru found that metaphor rather clever.

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Just as a good creditor always paid back debts, an honorable man always answered insults.

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“They give boy children a test of patience,” Yawa said. “The child must pass up an easy pleasure,

marshmallow test

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By sundown she owned a restaurant and a flophouse, the Fiat Bank branch by the docks was on fire, and two pirate captains were dueling for her hand as she sold prostitutes in lots of half a hundred.

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Tain Hu had given her some advice on the detection of Masquerade agents. “Check the boots. The first thing they do with their wages is buy good boots.”

granny weatherwax approves

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Baru scanned the numbers, letting her savancy sift the money like a new vintage on her mind’s palate.

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“The first digits of your water sales that month were randomly distributed. See? About as many numbers start with five, or nine, as one or two.” Baru prodded the page. “Real accounts always have more ones and twos on the first digit. It’s called the Littler Law.

benford’s law

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You have blunt-trauma dextral hemineglect with an alien limb and possible complicating fugue flight.

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it’s our way.” A phrase that made Baru feel reflexive contempt and skepticism, for what good was an unexamined way? Only much later would she come back to this moment and break the wall before her to find the truth.

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The execution was a public spectacle, of course. The state had to keep up its credit rating, too—see how we punish the transgressor?

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Life, Baru thought, was cheap here. Not cheaper than in Aurdwynn, really, but cheaper than it ought to be.

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Encrypted Bonds Only

??

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you could make a fortune simply by buying fiat notes, waiting an hour, and changing them back to ring shell.

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Falcresti trade—women in severe buttoned-down formalwear and waistcoats, subtly made up to look stern and severe, their hot eyes prepared to deprecate and dismiss those who would buy their attention.

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This was a school that let you choose your own studies as you pleased … for what it taught was the correct way to choose.

if sincere, cool, meta ratinality. or cynical manipulation

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Service was the best balm for grief.

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What would little Falcrest, a small nation of mad kings and nebbish bureaucrats, manage against the mbo?

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Ulyu Xe her in the homeland accent, ulYou shee , not the mangled Aphalone Ullyu zee .

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“My lady the duchess was determined to go back to save you.” “From the Throne?” “From yourself.”

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Baru would never have mistaken him for a real farmer: his eyes marked them one by one, like files.

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Begin with a hashing function.

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Yes, the world has laws, which are consequences for your actions. But remember that there is nothing you cannot choose to do. Only consequences you fear to face. If anyone ever tells you that they have no choice but to compromise, remember this. They are afraid.

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Xe’s morning calisthenics required one to do everything very slowly. A minute for a single crunch, a pushup held for a hundred count.

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remember this well. “When you use a story to deceive in your own service, the world remembers what you have done. The world knows trim, which is the power that binds. And trim will make your own story echo the stories you tell to others. If you deceive those around you, you will in the end deceive yourself, to your own grief.

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“Oh, the women of the veldt are rough to the touch, they’ll grind your hands to flour, and the buckle on your belt will rust right shut, when the veldt wife turns her glower, but hark now lad just lie on your back, you do not know your power, she’s grown to a lass on the flat endless grass, no she’s never seen a tower—”

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“Execarne” produced a silver seal ringed in tiny chiseled codes. “I really am Morrow Ministry. I’m just not the exact Morrow Ministry agent you think I am. Come on. I’ll explain while we go.”

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Baru had a general policy of never pulling unlabeled levers,

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Today Shir teaches a lesson. A lesson for Baru on the nature of the world she has chosen to inhabit.

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Time stamps crunch as the clerks break the mechanisms of the single-use clocks to certify and seal that this record was made at exactly this time and date.

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“Stop,” Baru cried, driven by panic to act, to charge forward and grapple with the horror rather than wait for it to reach her: this was always her choice.

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In place of Nitu’s life, Tain Shir had macheted off two fingers of Baru’s right hand.

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I—I can’t be near Unuxekome Ra!” “Why?” “Because,” Yawa said, “I’m the one who exiled her to Kyprananoke. And she swore her revenge on the life of her son.”

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Captain Nullsin was a short fat man with a hammer in place of his left hand

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Give a woman power—not a hearth to keep or an office to run, but real power, power she didn’t have to constantly guard or justify—and she would gain all power’s evils with it. Evils which were not intrinsically masculine at all, but which, in societies that gave men power, belonged most often to men.

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When the situation begins to escalate out of your understanding, you do not chase after it. You impose order. You step back to the last moment you understood, and proceed from there.

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His crown burnt with the cold, but he could not take it off.

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“Ziscjaditzcionursz,” he said, zish-jaditshionursh, softer than the wind; it meant, more or less, may a rusty nail be driven into my bloody flank by a traitor, though really it meant, oh, fuck me.

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His name was Atakaszir, of the Mansion Hussacht.

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desperation was the keen whistle of death.

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a king cannot whisper, it stinks of procht, the sick-thought of schemers, so he cried it aloud instead.

say it loud

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Act Three: The Fall of Kyprananoke

She did it as soon as she woke. Do the most painful thing first: the pain is how you know it matters.

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Surely, if your ship was traveling at wind speed, then the wind could no longer exert force on the sail: it was an elementary lesson for Taranoki children, Toro Haba’s Law of Force.

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the Falcresti could break that law. Arranged at the right angle, Helbride ’s sails acted like a wing—they could get force from the air by some mathematical trickery. Helbride could run downwind faster than the air.

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“Please. I have dignity.” “Where?” Baru peered around. “You’ve hidden it so well.”

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Gods of stone, it had grown so hard to think. She’d been clever once.

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Each member of your cabal requires constant favors and protection, and if a tile is not satisfied with its allocation of beans, it may flip.…” “The Tyrant’s Qualm,” Baru said. “You must divide your power to gain allies, but not too far?”

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This seemed to be the key to victory: choosing when to transition from growth for growth’s sake into the actual execution of your endgame.

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“That’s what you’re talking about. The game-of-winning-the-game is called the metagame.”

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“The game presumes that all parties involved have guarded themselves against basic tactics like assassination and poisoning, which we call the Simplicities.”

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the clavicle was the most delicate bone, you may break it with a few pounds of force : so if you were Oriati, part of a people with a long tradition of the martial arts, you touched the clavicle to show your trust.

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a wound in trim ?” Iraji swayed. Fell down to his knees. “Yes,” he said. “I do … a wound like Kutulbha.”

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the trick of postprior reasoning, to assume a conclusion, and deduce the conditions that might make it true. A dangerous method, but sometimes powerful.

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Maybe the difference between truth-for-itself and tactical truth was the only difference that mattered. Maybe the most crucial and subtle distinction in life was the difference between someone who was truly good and someone playing at goodness to gain power.

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“I think Tau just told me how to find them.”

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“I think Tain Shir met the Cancrioth.”

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That was the trap of trim, wasn’t it? What if you felt awful, awful, and yet you were unable to ask for help, because you could give nothing in return?

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They gathered in Mzilimake, in the southern lands beyond the veldt, where the fish in the water glow with inner light, to study the heat that boils up in the uranium land.”

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A hygienic person is easily aligned, because their purposes—that is, the map which connects their desires to their behaviors, to their rewards—is cleanly laid out.

legible

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There is a difference between acting out their story, and truly obeying their story. Do you know what it is?”

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The Farrier Process works by creating subconscious associations which alter behavior; and indeed those associations are strongly present in you.

renshaw tachitoscope

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I believe your seizure was caused by some sort of exchange between the two minds.”

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“The Kettling’s not real,” Baru insisted. “This is an Oriati trick.” Diseases killed people by fever, by pus, by worm and buboe and diarrhea. But they did not melt people into dumplings full of green-black blood.

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“Get a little dirty,” Baru suggested. “Worth it to get clean, isn’t it?”

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a mother-of-worms was found in the cisterns in the Segu capital Kutulbha.

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in the chaos there came up Prince Hill a sorcerer, her hands and eyes alight with blue-green uranium power, to cast a spell of ruin. She spoke En Elu Aumor, the tongue of the Cancrioth. Abdumasi Abd witnessed her, and Tau-indi, and the two men of Falcrest. And in that spell all their fates were written: three men to seek that power, and one laman to refuse it and all it represented.

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Baru knew she had weaknesses as a thinker. She was arrogant, self-centered, and blind to what she disdained.

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Their burst of carnal appetite was not desperation but the product of Apparitor’s meddling with vidhara, a remarkable aphrodisiac: he and Iraji had been very careful preparing Baru’s dose, which required some experimentation.

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It put the question of power upon the actors trapped in the poisoned dinner: it set them against each other,

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it concealed the agency which had arranged for these ministers to be poisoned in a room with one bottle of antidote. It distracted responsibility from the one who had arranged the scenario

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Power was not the province of those who made choices. Power was the ability to set the context in which choices were made.

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No great wars begin. We settle this like women.”

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a Canaat fighter; Pran Canaat meant the world for people,

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The bushmeat defense, the navy files called it, but it would forever be the Black Emmenia to her,

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Someone had eaten one of the forbidden meats from the forbidden place. Someone had done it here, on Kyprananoke, and then they had shared the behemoth sacrament of their blood.

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A tall black dorsal fin, slightly backswept, and on the leading edge it was fitted with a steel cutting surface.

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Behind the fin, a bony tumor ruptured the creature’s back. The growth ran down along its spine halfway to the tail.

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Tain Shir fashions herself an atlatl, the bloodiest weapon in all of human existence, if you reckon the lives it has taken.

spear thrower

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There is no nameplate. But great symbols down the flank speak in En Elu Aumor, the sacred tongue of the Pitchblende Dictionary. They say: Eternal .

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On the high rail, a tiny man stands silhouetted against lantern light. Shir sees the long horn of crabbed flesh jutting from the eye socket. The man is onkos. He bears the immortata.

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Notes on The Traitor Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

The Traitor Baru Cormorant
Seth Dickinson
Tom Doherty Associates

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Epigraph

A PROMISE This is the truth. You will know because it hurts.

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Accountant

TRADE season

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the empire wind.

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The Masquerade

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Taranoke

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her fathers took Baru down to the beach

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Father Salm

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Father Solit

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Each man wore his hair braided, Solit’s burnt short for the smithy, Salm’s an elaborate waist-length fall—for glory in the killing circle, against the plainsmen.

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her mother and fathers, a huntress and a blacksmith and a shield-bearer.

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She looked that word up too, hoping to understand it, as understanding gave her power over things.

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A child with a spyglass might, if she were too curious for her own good and too poor a daughter to attend to her work, climb the volcano and watch their proceedings all day long.

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How extraordinarily satisfying to be the daughter of Salm the shield-bearer and Pinion the huntress, foremost among the harborside champions.

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“Your help is a fishhook.”

all help is

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I must learn why this happened to Salm, Baru thought. I must understand it, so I can stop it from ever happening again. I will not cry. I will understand. This was Baru Cormorant’s first lesson in causality.

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“If they can be teachers,” Baru asked, “then I can be one, too? I can go to another land and make little girls stop reading at unjustly early hours?”

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He was like Pinion or Solit in his love of her sharpest thoughts. But he was like lost Salm in another way, in the way he relished Baru’s effrontery, her willingness to reach out and ask or take.

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Perhaps the death of fathers could be outlawed. Perhaps doctrines could be rewritten. “I want to be powerful,” she said.

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“You brought this with you!” And he looked at her with open eyes, the bone of his heavy brow a bastion above, the flesh of his face wealthy below, and in those eyes she glimpsed an imperium, a mechanism of rule building itself from the work of so many million hands. Remorseless not out of cruelty or hate but because it was too vast and too set on its destiny to care for the small tragedies of its growth. She saw this not merely in the shape of his eyes and the flatness of his regard, but in what they recalled—things he had said and done suddenly understood. And she knew that Farrier had let her see this, as a warning, as a promise.

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That’s not fair was a child’s protest, Baru reminded herself.

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the murmured Metademe where they made special people of clarified purpose

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You will never change anything with your hut and your little spear! They are too vast, and you understand too little! We cannot fight them from here!

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She hated to trust these impressions: there seemed no reason for them to be true.

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she had done such mighty work, work Baru had studied with respect—twenty years ago, as the common-born assassin of the old Duke Lachta, she’d ripped out the heart of the resistance and arranged her nation’s surrender to the Masquerade invaders.

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a probe to test Baru’s vigilance.

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She had already begun to cluck (just like her mother) at his hurt, had already prepared some reassuring blandishment, when she saw that his only response was a sage nod. She sat back in the seat and decided that her secretary had to be more competent and more dangerous than she’d assumed.

November 18, 2017
62

with her eyes closed behind the mask and her heart clotted shut. Just this one last moment of weakness. Just the one.

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65

“Tain Hu,” she said. “Duchess Vultjag.”

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I don’t want this! she almost shouted. I want Falcrest and telescopes, proofs of geometry and the fluorescence of certain sea life! I want to know the world, not these sordid little people in their shattered little land!

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the feeling that this man chosen by Parliament had no design to conceal, no machinations to guard—just a plain honesty, too naked to last. That could be a clever camouflage.

November 18, 2017
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Baru could not permit herself to feel sorry for the man. He was close to her, and weak. “

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Baru could not be soft.

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Without a strong arm and a sharp eye, Aurdwynn would throw her overboard and drown her.

November 18, 2017
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Cairdine Farrier took a long drink of wine. “You know,” he said, swallowing thoughtfully, “I have a bet with my associate Hesychast.

November 18, 2017
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Baru stamped on the image and the thought with silent, urgent efficiency.

November 18, 2017
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I thought it’d all be complicated figures and simple duties, but it’s the opposite.

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Aminata’s face became a geometric proof in bone and flesh,

geometry of innocent flesh on the bone

November 18, 2017
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I was never very good at this in train—in taverns.”

hah, “in training”

November 18, 2017
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“I am Baru Cormorant,” she protested, “accountant, and I earned my place by merit. I am a mark of nothing except myself.” “As long as you believe that is all you are, you will never be anything but a piece of the machine.”

November 18, 2017
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So you came up here to unfuck the situation between these two?”

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a passion, a want, and a powerful will fixed upon that want.

November 19, 2017
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this was her weakness: drink, and the chance to pretend she lived in a warmer world

November 19, 2017
149

“The only way forward is through. From within.”

November 19, 2017
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Warlord

“The steering committee. We keep our eyes on the horizon while Parliament squabbles over the wealth of empire.”

November 19, 2017
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She’d read in Manual of the Somatic Mind that the character of a man could be divined from how he startled—toward a door, toward a weapon, or toward nothing, a prey animal’s petrified freeze.

November 19, 2017
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There were surgeons in the Masquerade who cut away the vocal cords of dogs so they couldn’t howl. They made for terrifying guards—silent and maddened.

cute idea but pretty sure that wouldn’t work

November 19, 2017
169

She’s playing her role so that she has power enough to make a difference when the moment comes. I am that moment.”

November 19, 2017
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Do you know the Traitor’s Qualm?

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the safest bet is to remain a loyalist at first, and then switch sides if the traitors seem certain to win, pretending you’re terribly clever and have been hampering the loyalists from within.

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we need dukes, and the dukes are trapped in the Traitor’s Qualm.

there it is, my prisoners dilemma

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that damnable word Sousward.

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every peasant and franklin

November 19, 2017
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The pale man at Cattlson’s side, the man who was not by his uniform or conduct any sort of captain at all, nodded properly. Small muscles in his neck slithered against each other. “I have charged one of the Clarified with your personal safety,”

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“I am not a man,” the Clarified said patiently. “I am an instrument, conditioned from birth by drug and bell. I must obey my purpose.”

unsullied, similarly foolish and limited program

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This one’s word is “suspire.”

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Hesychast: it meant one who makes a temple of the body.

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“Judge me,” she said, instantly curious. A man of intellect, without ego or agenda of his own: how could she resist knowing what he saw? “Tell me what I am, so I can better serve.”

i exist to serve, up to a point. utility function not up for grabs

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Your dedication to your work and the utilitarian nature of your few known social relationships indicates a useful degree of pragmatic instrumentalism, but also the risk of full-blown sociopathy.

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“Your tactics are self-centered. You have forgotten that you are not the only player on the board, that inherent talent speaks for no more than experience, and that others around you seek to expand their authority and constrain yours. Your error is fundamental to the human psyche: you have allowed yourself to believe that others are mechanisms, static and solvable, whereas you are an agent.”

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she’d dreamed of Taranoke filled with clockwork people, brilliant men and women who built beautiful things at her command and offered cogent truth without fear.

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Baru tried to count her own breaths and factor the count. Primes at one (depending who you asked), two, three, five, seven—

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I think you’ve realized that who you are will forever hold you back from what you deserve. Because I know you’re selfish, calculating, and farsighted, and when you find no way forward through the Falcresti maze, you’ll resort to tearing it down.

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lining their streets with hired mummers whose job was simply to fill the air with Aphalone—long quotes from revolutionary manuals, ambient Incrasticism for the infants and the youth.

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Vultjag, the thorn of the North.

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“Praxis must come before philosophy.”

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She wished for Muire Lo’s company, his shy pragmatism. She never should have taken him for granted.

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“In our silence we exemplify Wydd, who gives us patience to endure. In our will to act we exemplify Himu, who drives us to war. In acting now, when the time has come, we exemplify Devena, the middle course, who tempers these extremes.”

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I hope for freedom, and no more. I hope for freedom. I hope for freedom.”

take it then, claim it, and then defend it, protect it

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AND so they began: the circle now a war council.

House of war

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If you trust anything, trust in me. But give me what I need to do it.”

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Muire Lo stepped forward, eyes downcast. He wore his secretarial coat buttoned to the throat and carried a small folio of loose papers in mindless disarray. At once Baru put her heart in ice.

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Baru watched, not horrified, thrilled on some fundamental level to witness at last the Navy Burn, the Masquerade’s chemical edge.

greek fire, napalm

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You have what I want, foster brother: a name that makes men think of conviction. I want that class of name.

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Truth does not need a mask.

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If they cross the Midlands and come up into the vales and the woods, into the land we know like our fathers’ hands, struggling through the snows, we kill them.

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The other side of the Qualm. If we seem too strong too soon, we’ll force the undecided dukes into a choice. And they will choose the surer bet.

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The tests would never end.

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From the oil-drenched temples in Treatymont the ilykari sent the word out through the quietly faithful, to every vale and peak, every granary and olive field and trapper’s post: justice comes from a fairer hand.

November 20, 2017
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at a secret henge in high cold duchy Lyxaxu, where the Student-Berserkers grew their strains of mason leaf and studied philosophies of fearless death.

November 20, 2017
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Erebog, old foe: You taught me cunning. You disciplined my errors. Above all else I value a rigorous teacher, and above all others I know your strength. Now the time for lessons is over. I want you as an ally.

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ykari Himu, whose virtues included spring, birth, genius, leadership, war, hemorrhagic diseases, and cancer, all the forms of energy and excess, including the hot open water of the Ashen Sea and the storms it spawned.

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ykari Himu, whose virtues included spring, birth, genius, leadership, war, hemorrhagic diseases, and cancer, all the forms of energy and excess, including the hot open water of the Ashen Sea and the storms it spawned.

energy

November 20, 2017
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That man watched his neighbor and student, his boorish venal ill-read goat of a friend, grow wealthy and fat by being very selfish indeed. Can you imagine how that felt? To counsel a man out of boyhood, only to see him surpass you? To see his people prosper while yours wept and ate their rags?” The wind fell off. Baru spoke softly, to show respect for the confidence Lyxaxu offered. “Perhaps it means you counseled him well.”

pile of utility, proof of correctness

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“It was my turn to learn a lesson from Oathsfire. No philosophy will feed my daughters. No common good will buy grain for my serfs.”

November 20, 2017
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“Play the others as you must. Lead Oathsfire and Unuxekome around by their dreams of dynasty. Feed the Xates with blood and poison to keep their teeth from your neck. All this I understand: revolution is a filthy business, and prices must be paid. But Duchy Lyxaxu is not your coin.

your utility function is not my utility function

November 20, 2017
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“They will all ask me this. Who would not?” “And you will lie to satisfy them. But not to me.”

November 20, 2017
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The plague signs were Aurdwynni, but the paranoia, the doctrines of quarantine, were Masquerade, were the basics of Incrastic hygiene.

confessional, speaking tube, grill. morse, sign language, semaphore

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WHEN her control faltered it let slip rage: jaw-splitting, teeth-breaking, thought-killing anger, minute and obsessive in its detail, omnivorous in its appetite. Anger at every choice and circumstance that had brought the world to this unacceptable state. Fury against causality.

pre mortem, use it

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Tain Hu shook her head reproachfully. “A man died. Think of his loss, not your own.”

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Baru looked across them, still hollow with grief, the hollow filled in turn with a cold exhilaration. She could survive this loss. She could make advantage out of any grief.

November 20, 2017
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They had to be liberators. Not bandits. The Coyote was an army at service, a reverse brigand, bursting out of the woods to raid the innocent with money and safety and hope.

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A party of pale red-haired men and women met them on a north road in Erebog, saying in Stakhi: “We are warriors of the Mansion Hussacht. The Necessary King sent us south to find the rebel queen and watch her fortunes. We slaughtered the Mask at Jasta Checniada. Take us in, and we will slaughter more.”

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“Purposes are useful. Mutual interests give us ground for alliance.” “Or perhaps the Stakhieczi hope to complete the conquest they abandoned so long ago. They are stoneworkers. That makes them patient architects.”

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Baru smiled. “I am glad to have your vow,” she said. “It takes two to keep track of all our fears.”

November 20, 2017
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All down the column they murmured of the omen, the fallen antlers, the stag of Duke Heingyl, the red of the Masquerade navy spilled across the snow.

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Autarch

She learned to swear in Urun and Stakhi, and to forgo the formal Belthyc word ilykari—a word now owned, it was felt, by the Masquerade, by Xate Yawa—in favor of the vernacular Iolynic students.

November 20, 2017
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“Men used to marry men,” Tain Hu told her, as they crouched together over a fire pit to cook their venison. “And women once took wives. It was done by the poor, the starving, the desperate, by those who needed a business pact or a shared roof. By soldiers on campaign with no one else to turn to. Mostly it was done by those without needs or troubles—done for love. The words tribadist and sodomite, the things they mean and define, came later. Before those words there were only people.” Baru watched her warily, fearing some bait set out for the Taranoki savage. “But all this was long ago. Before the Mask.”

November 20, 2017
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“Long ago? Well.” She grinned across the fire. “Ask around among the divers at the Horn Harbor. Or the actresses at Atu Hall. They will tell you how long ago it was. I am not quickly forgotten.”

November 20, 2017
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Among the women she learned that a regular menstrual cycle in the winter was a mark of incredible prosperity—a noble luxury beyond ordinary reach.

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(bleeding gums and spotted skin and low spirits everywhere, universal, inescapable, synonymous with winter itself: the breath of Wydd), their fears, their small phlegmatic hopes.

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“You have earned respect. But there are no men in Aurdwynn who can respect what they desire. I learned that from Oathsfire’s courtship, when I was young.”

November 20, 2017
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“You have been given a permit of brotherhood, Baru Fisher, and you have no say in when they will revoke it, or why.”

November 20, 2017
285

The ranger-knight climbed to meet them.

conflict. Knight, armour. ranger, distance travel

November 20, 2017
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The same mistake Baru always made. Assuming that Nayauru was hers to court, a playing piece to be taken and deployed. Not a player of her own.

November 20, 2017
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Nayauru had an army designed to win battles. The Coyote had learned how to win wars.

insurgents

November 20, 2017
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“My aunt called it jagisczion. Forest war. The battle is won with confusion, deception, and ferocity. We will make them think that the woods are full of us and that they will surely die unless they flee. I need to be close to the line, with the reserves, so I can strike at the tipping point.”

November 20, 2017
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The terror that took Baru came from the deepest part of her soul. It was a terror particular to her, a fundamental concern—the apocalyptic possibility that the world simply did not permit plans, that it worked in chaotic and unmasterable ways, that one single stroke of fortune, one well-aimed bowshot by a man she had never met, could bring total disaster. The fear that the basic logic she used to negotiate the world was a lie.

faith in technique the religion of dangerous trades

November 20, 2017
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Or, worse, that she herself could not plan: that she was as blind as a child, too limited and self-deceptive to integrate the necessary information, and that when the reckoning between her model and the pure asymbolic fact of the world came, the world would devour her like a cuttlefish snapping up bait.

November 20, 2017
292

“Slash their tendons,” the Fairer Hand ordered. “Let Cattlson drown in his own cripples.”

has anyone done that? the archera flipping the bird story. but, maimed, diseased, maybe contagious

November 20, 2017
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“There is a balance,” Tain Hu said, “seen everywhere in nature. It takes many prey to support a predator. We have brought too many predators to Duchy Nayauru.” And Baru saw the Masquerade’s hand at work. They had sent their woodsmen everywhere, driven out the deer, burnt the underbrush, gathered the forage and taken it into their fortifications. Left the Coyote no prey but Nayauru’s serfs.

November 20, 2017
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They had a broad eye for war, a willingness to fight not just in the field with horse and spear but everywhere, with everything. They planned for the long run. She knew this, knew it better than anyone else in the rebellion. Knew the secret strength it gave them.

use of weapons. propaganda, stories, diseases, fears

November 20, 2017
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I wish, Baru thought, that they would all just shut up and do as I say.

November 20, 2017
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“Do nothing out of love.” Her smile had a little death in it: not a threat, not a warning. Only the sense that she had grown old, that she felt her fire burning low, and chose to speak plainly. It cost her nothing. “I loved a prince once, far away in the mountains. I loved him without any calculation or reserve. That error still dogs me.”

November 20, 2017
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“Be cold, Your Excellence.” “I am,” Baru said. A great wall within her shifted a little, and began to crack. What came through it was the urge to laugh. “I am.”

November 20, 2017
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a steer’s head for Ihuake, a swollen reservoir for Nayauru, a spearhead for Pinjagata, a gleaming crystal of salt for Autr, a rearing stallion, impaled, for Sahaule. And an open hand for Baru, though the hand was Stakhi pale, not the color of her skin at all.

November 20, 2017
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The Dam-builder had made her own designs out of the powers and principles Baru disdained, and thus escaped notice.

November 20, 2017
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Now Baru could see Nayauru’s own blindnesses in turn, her neglect of detail, her trust in ferocity and passion and the noble virtues over subtlety and the sly arrangement of common things like coin.

fat Tony is limited, fragile against other initiated. good against npcs, pve, not pvp

November 20, 2017
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“Ah.” Erebog reclined, weighing the point in one gloved palm. Baru fought a chill at the cold empty disregard in her eyes—a skull’s patience for the passions of the young. “My neighbor came to my aid, and so I rewarded his loyalty. You attacked your neighbor Ihuake to curry favor with a foreign throne. How should you be rewarded, hm?”

November 20, 2017
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“War has never spared the innocent,” Lyxaxu said softly. “No.” Nayauru’s lips curled in disgust. “But neither has it pretended to love them. I will never give my people to Baru Fisher, who conjures power out of lies.”

November 20, 2017
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If you want me to risk war against Treatymont, you must offer me substance.” The Traitor’s Qualm.

November 20, 2017
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is a free Aurdwynn worth nothing to you? Aurdwynn had not been kind to dukes who spent blood for ideas. Aurdwynn had been kind to those who spent blood for power.

November 20, 2017
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So easy, so decisive, spoken that way. So much blood in so few words. Xate Olake’s lips curled. It was not disgust. “I was afraid,” he said, “that you would insist on finding a subtler way.”

red wedding from the other side

November 20, 2017
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“Child,” Xate Olake said, with a kind of wary fondness, “I thought you would bring yourself to ruin without my help.”

November 20, 2017
318

“I have committed a terrible crime,” she said, voice firm, controlled, machined to a polish. “So terrible that I feel I can do anything, commit any sin, betray any trust, because no matter what ruin I make of myself, it cannot be worse than what I have already done.”

November 20, 2017
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“I try to save my home,” Baru rasped. “Everything I do. For Taranoke.”

November 20, 2017
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“You are the Fairer Hand,” she said, “and I am your field-general, oathbound to earn you victory at any price. I will not shrink from that oath.”

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she’d thought of him more as friend than an instrument. Dangerous. Stupid.

November 20, 2017
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That old sick joy, her first and favorite drug. Control. “I do serve Falcrest. Fear not: you will serve me.

November 20, 2017
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The need to be ruthless would only grow, a rising peak, a steepening precipice tipping toward final cataclysm. She had to harden herself. Remove all weakness. Yes. It had to be done.

November 20, 2017
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When Ihuake turned her left wrist just so, it rang a bracelet of jade against a band of platinum like a distant bell. “The dead will be good fertilizer.” Erebog, shadowed, glanced back to Baru too, and her face was wry—maybe offering shared mirth at Ihuake’s theater, or shared joy at this great feat of treachery.

nanny and granny

November 20, 2017
339

“He wanted to bind his mansion to Erebog. Get flat land to make himself a king. But he was not necessary. We only accept necessary kings.”

November 20, 2017
341

There are as many villages in each vale as stars in the sky.” “You’re off by…” Baru squinted. “Several orders of magnitude.” Tain Hu shook her head ruefully. “Xate Yawa should ban the marriage of accountants and poetry.”

maybe off by just one order of mag. ~500 villages, ~9000 naked-eye visible stars

November 20, 2017
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The trouble with philosophy, Lyxaxu had said, was that it so often failed to survive a test.

November 20, 2017
347

“She’s caged herself in cruelty. Taught herself to believe in a world where nothing goes right except by the harshest exercise of power.

November 20, 2017
348

You would rule the wolf land, Baru Fisher. Every winter we freeze our stillborn in the ice because the ground will not yield a grave.

November 20, 2017
351

We are not the only players on the board, Baru thought. We are not the only cunning thinkers with a map and a will to triumph.

November 20, 2017
357

“I wanted to be king. Or, maybe—to be the kind of man who you would want as king.”

November 20, 2017
359

a creature made in Falcrest, bred in the Metademe to pass among men and women, but separate from them. Like the Oriati and their lamen.”

November 20, 2017
360

“I spent the winter listening to my people cry your name.” He stroked his charger’s mane between thumb and forefinger. “A good duke looks to his people’s loves. I have, of late, wanted to be a better duke. So. Perhaps I studied too well.”

November 20, 2017
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Ihuake eyed Baru in quiet consideration, her nobility drawn about her like an iron cloak.

November 20, 2017
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But she had no tongue for it. She had burnt all her truth away. Alloyed it into the machine.

November 20, 2017
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Set-piece battles between armies in the field, what the Handbook of Field Literacy called “meeting engagements,” were rare beyond description.

November 20, 2017
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Baru fell into trance, into the analytic cold.

November 20, 2017
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armies did not kill each other, they broke each other, that the day would be won when one army believed it could not survive. A matter of deception, of conviction, of lies made true through performance. Like everything else.

November 20, 2017
375

In a way, that legend was the real prize of the battle: a spark of defiance, a little gem of freedom reddened in winter and cut to shine on the Sieroch plain.

November 20, 2017
389

He lifted to his face a white porcelain mask blank of all expression and she knew his name was Itinerant.

November 20, 2017
394

“A higher purpose,” the mask said, in one voice now, a mocking harborside voice, the voice of the man called Apparitor.

November 20, 2017
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Victory

like the boy on the battlements

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Letters

As we continue to drive the Imperial Republic toward our goal of total causal closure,

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Agonist

November 20, 2017
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I used to wonder if you were a monster. Now I know the answer. If you want power in this world, power enough to change it, it seems you have to be.

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Notes on The Tyrant Baru Cormorant by Seth Dickinson

The Tyrant Baru Cormorant
Seth Dickinson
Tom Doherty Associates

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Players, Pawns, and Vessels

Tau-indi Bosoka—Federal Prince, ambassador to Falcrest

August 11, 2020
9

Now

Farrier has a deadline.

August 11, 2020
13

the thousand-year glue which holds the Oriati Mbo together is unshakable belief in the intrinsic and inalienable humanity of your neighbor, an ethics they call trim.

August 11, 2020
15

A democlysm: death like no dying the world has ever seen.

August 11, 2020
16

if you believe what some believe, he is more than one man, he is all the other souls that grow in the flesh of his spinal cord.

August 11, 2020
17

Act One. Baru’s Choice

An orca with a human skull embedded in its breaching back.

August 11, 2020
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“Where the dead go to grow.”

August 11, 2020
19

The whale blew mist and the blowhole whistled like thunder piped down a thigh-bone flute,

August 11, 2020
22

The shadow ambassador whistled to the whale. “Good boy, Galganath!”

August 11, 2020
22

“I never should have trusted you,” Tau-indi said. “You’re a hole.”

August 11, 2020
26

in the water crouched a very tiny, very unhappy frog. It saw Baru and said wart! wart!

August 11, 2020
28

That blood was a symptom of the Kettling, the Black Emmenia, the abominable pandemic of legend. The Kettling came from the deep southern jungles of Oriati Mbo. So did the Cancrioth.

August 11, 2020
29

So that first woman was named Kimbune. Why did you come here, Kimbune, to ask after your husband’s soul?

August 11, 2020
34

The sign of the Round Number was tattooed on her forehead: a circle with a long line beneath it, divided into three large parts and a tiny fraction—the ratio of the circle’s circumference to its diameter, three point one four. A number representing the portions of the body, the phi losopher Iri anEnna had said. One part of water, one of air, one of flesh, and a little fraction of mystery.

August 12, 2020
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“You almost drowned me.” Kimbune looked away defiantly. “I didn’t mean to break it. The design was flawed.”

August 12, 2020
46

Better for you to die than to let the baneflesh have you!

August 12, 2020
49

she noticed, again, that she was missing two fingers on her right hand: she forgot that sometimes, because the hand was on her blind side.

August 12, 2020
52

“Permission to come aboard?” “Denied, mam.” He waited for the ship’s purser to record that in the log. “Shall we disembark you through the ship’s great cabin?” “Immediately.” She returned his officers’ salutes with a pointed glance at the deck. Obediently they all looked at their toes, so that they could say, at their court-martials, that the Province Admiral had ordered them to disregard her presence.

August 12, 2020
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The Kyprananoke archipelago had fallen into democlysm, the word great Iranenna (she’d read her prerevolutionary philosophers, in school at Shaheen) coined for “a chaos made of man.”

August 12, 2020
61

“I’m a man,” the ass-shot person said. “You’re confused, because I haven’t got my things on, so you see a woman. My name’s Ngaio.”

August 13, 2020
69

The Mbo had annihilated slavery a thousand years ago, and a millennium of taboo had hardened on the word like concrete. Slavers were enenen, without trim, one of the only kinds of people still branded with that word.

August 13, 2020
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“En Elu Aumor. Their high speech. Recorded in the tablets of the Pitchblende Dictionary, deep within the Renderer of Souls.”

August 13, 2020
85

“The Kettling isn’t even ours! It was never meant to be on this ship! But the Brain conspired—she never wanted to help Abdumasi, she always meant this voyage as the beginning of her war!”

August 13, 2020
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This man was one of the immortal Cancrioth, secret rulers of the thousand-year Mbo? He seemed just as bewildered and petty as any duke of Aurdwynn.

August 13, 2020
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We do not act on scales shorter than a human life!”

August 13, 2020
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“As in any good experiment, each ship received a different treatment. Purpose was assigned an elite crew, tested by schooling and sea service. Their provisions were calibrated by starvation studies in prisons. The Storm Corps designers calculated the ship’s layout to preserve a core of warmth and comfort. “Auroreal, on the other hand, was crewed with survivors. Sailors who’d straggled home from failed expeditions. Officers who’d led their boats across leagues of open ocean and pack ice. The Storm Corps sourced their provisions from traditional bastè ana techniques. Of course, Auroreal fell behind Purpose when the expedition set out.

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“Auroreal vanished into the north. It was Purpose’s elite that returned.” “They reached the lodepoint?” “No. They gave up. When things began to go wrong on that exquisite ship, there was no tolerance for error in the design, no patience for mistakes among the crew. Everything was made to work perfectly; nothing was made to survive imperfection. So they concluded, very rationally, that they had to turn back. It was Auroreal that pressed on, irrationally, courageously, into the north.”

August 13, 2020
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The frame of fiction allows the reader to … adjust their comfort. If they want to trim away a few of the more extreme points, write them off as artistic exaggeration, well, we give them permission. And if they want to imagine things went further, that we are hiding the juicy bits … well, we equip them to imagine.”

August 13, 2020
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“Let us past,” the sorcerer said, “or I will cut you all with my uranium knife. We want Cosgrad.”

August 13, 2020
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Duty? Law? The men who control you don’t have any duties. The men who control you don’t obey any laws. They act. Then they tell you that it’s your duty to obey.”

August 14, 2020
107

When Shir forces Baru to choose between Aminata’s life and her own. Baru will choose herself. And choose again, an endless sacrifice, each one justified by the accumulation of its priors.

sunk cost

August 14, 2020
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“She thinks, Baru. She thinks and thinks and thinks. Among the people of Abattai, of my line … to us, Incrisiath is the Unborn One.” “Why?” “Because her mind is like a child in the womb. Full of possibility. But curled up on itself, unseeing. All the Brains see visions and portents, and they struggle against the pull of the Door in the East, the temptation to involute their consciousness and abandon reality for what lies within. This Brain … has fought harder than most to remain in our world. She wants to make her visions real.”

August 14, 2020
112

one man wore only work gloves and a bright orange penis gourd.

August 14, 2020
114

“I’ll tell you about us, if you’d like. I don’t care if you tell the world. I think that truth always helps the righteous.”

August 14, 2020
117

Nothing had happened exactly the way it was remembered, especially not in the Mbo, where memory was like a house you arranged for the benefit of those who lived in it, not a museum to leave untouched.

August 14, 2020
118

It was an insatiable engine of democlysm. Philosophers like Iri anEnna and Mana Mane had not yet been born. The Whale Words and the Kiet Khoiad had not yet been written. No one had worked to convince the world that each individual life had a value.

whale words

August 14, 2020
119

The Cancrioth was born on the principle that life had value. At first, though, it was merely market value.

August 14, 2020
119

Forbidden to speak to the servants of other rulers, desperate nonetheless to pool their efforts, these councilors resorted to secret letters and clandestine meetings to make progress in the Work Against Death. For decades this cabal made no progress, and time hunted their ranks.

August 14, 2020
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the method of home-group and journey-group that would revolutionize the world. Alu wanted a better way to test the medicinal effect of jungle plants. Alu knew a story about twin princesses, one of whom went out into the world to journey, one of whom stayed at home in the palace to study,

August 14, 2020
119

Alu’s method worked. It condensed the whole Work Against Death, the entire menagerie of apotropaic magic, poisonous brews, and ritual surgeries, into a rigorous grid of tests that filtered the gold from the water.

August 14, 2020
120

the councilors began to treat everything with Alu’s method.

August 14, 2020
120

Everyone has a blindness, somewhere. Very few remember it.”

August 14, 2020
121

any little lord can make her people do scut work. That’s dominance, and it’s brittle.”

August 14, 2020
121

if you do your own work, and do it very well, they come to you with questions. As it is with Akhena. And if you answer well enough, not just about what they should do but why they should do it … then they learn to think as you think, and to make the choices you would choose. And you lead them without a word, from a thousand miles away, because you are with them in the shape of their thoughts.”

August 14, 2020
121

We cannot see truth, we cannot smell it, we cannot read it from a book. We can only get at the symbols our brains make.

kant, descartes

August 14, 2020
122

“The weather changes in the same years the sea people come to raid.

August 14, 2020
124

“Trim. An ethics for children in a world of child-killers.

August 14, 2020
126

“Why would I, thousand-year Incrisiath, alive in all the dawns I have ever seen, rise from my studies to make war on mortal empire?”

August 14, 2020
127

“They understand the secret of power, Baru.” “Which one?” “The ability to improve one’s own power, no matter how slowly, triumphs in the long run over any other power. Time magnifies small gains into great advantages. If you are hungry, then it is better, in the long run, to plant one seed than to steal a pound of fruit. Falcrest applies this logic in all their work. They do not conquer. They make themselves irresistible as trading partners. They do not keep their wealth in a royal hoard. They send it out among their people, stored in banks and concerns, where it helps the whole empire grow. They do not wait to treat the sick. They inoculate against the disease before it spreads. All their power sacrifices brute strength in the present for the ability to capture a piece of the future.”

August 14, 2020
127

“This is the baneflesh.” The Brain tickled the piglet’s chin. “It comes to us in the failure of Alu, the Line of the Skin. Of all the Lines it is the most aggressive and the most resilient. All the lines can break the Embargo, the rule that no body’s flesh can grow in another. But the baneflesh can cross not just between bodies but between species.

August 14, 2020
130

She was a woman in sailor’s slops and a diver’s strophium,

strophium, a kind of greek bra

August 16, 2020
157

This is the great desire of Renascent, the Throne Reborn. And I must prove to her that I am the way to fulfill this desire.”

August 17, 2020
161

I am his proof to Renascent that his method triumphs over Hesychast’s eugenics.

August 17, 2020
161

Baru had learned her own egocentric weakness, her habit of forgetting about the other players on the board. She’d resolved to think about people more, to remember their inner lives.

August 17, 2020
166

But the Judiciary, may their cocks be knotted off at the tip and left to blacken, had a traffic checkpoint blocking everything.

August 11, 2020
172

Act Two. The Plague

“I’ll make cuts to render you docile, suggestible, and childlike.

aggressive, independent, old

August 17, 2020
180

“She has hemineglect,”

August 25, 2020
184

The ilykari. The students of the Virtues, who knelt around the sacred olive-oil lamp, and whispered to me, their persecutor and secret hope, all the secrets of the divided mind. The Way of Eggs. The art and mystery of cultivating the sacred eryre. It was the purpose of the ilykari to study and practice and embody the sacred ykari virtues so totally that they became those virtues. The greatest ilykari were no longer themselves. They were Himu, and Devena, and Wydd. They had nurtured and grown new persons within themselves. These new persons were called eryre.

August 25, 2020
184

your mind needs a way to explain what the eryre is doing.” “The what?” “The eryre. That’s what the ilykari call it. A living model of another mind, a second consciousness in the same brain.

August 25, 2020
188

“in Aphalone it’s called a tulpa.

August 25, 2020
188

she calls herself Tain Hu. And she acts in the ways you imagine Tain Hu would act.”

August 25, 2020
189

I’ve never met anyone who used a condition like this to hide her own plans from herself.

August 25, 2020
189

A soul is simply the text of a person’s inner law, and a mind is the act of reading that law into the world. Through study and meditation you can read another soul’s law and copy it into yourself until it comes alive, so that you now have two books of law, two selves, two souls. Himu, Devena, and Wydd all studied and practiced their virtues so completely that they became those virtues. That’s why we emulate them.”

August 25, 2020
190

Through study and obsession you have built inside yourself the soul of Tain Hu.”

August 20, 2020
190

Baru and Hu, Barhu.

August 25, 2020
190

You boy fool, we do not get to consent to the stakes, to the risks, to the prices we pay. We pay them or we fail.

August 18, 2020
206

The Kettling can take forty weeks to incubate after infection. That’s long enough for a carrier to reach the shores of the Ashen Sea and find the nearest city.”

August 18, 2020
206

you never knew how much I did to smooth your way, ah, ziscjaditzcionursz, let’s be rid of her, Durance,

ziz what?

August 18, 2020
207

Maybe the mazes of duty were all built to keep you blind, and you had to start hacking through the walls to get out.

August 20, 2020
221

Most everyone had something they did, every day, that was a bit like a prayer to the things they believed in.

August 18, 2020
226

Who contrived to put three ministers at a dinner party with poisoned wine and only one dose of antidote? Who arranged the dinner? Who provided the poison? That person has the true power.” “It’s a rhetorical device, you self-important cunt,”

August 20, 2020
232

“Power can’t be separated from its history. A choice can’t be taken in isolation from its context. Power is the ability to set the terms of the riddle. To arrange the rewards and punishments by which the choice is judged.”

August 20, 2020
232

The cancer whale came at her with a naval mine in his jaws.

August 21, 2020
238

Famous for charisma and compulsion, for the way you felt when you looked at her, as if you desperately wanted to be worthy of her thoughts. And she knew it, had known it for years. What a terrible wonder to know your own beauty, without shame, and to set it to use, for yourself and for your duty.

August 22, 2020
262

the superstitions in Falcrest: that the Oriati are bound to ancient powers.”

August 22, 2020
264

I think life came up, out of the sea. In the old sea a mind was born, I don’t know how or why, but that mind was soft and pliable, a wet mind without fire or sharp tools, and it had only one power, only one!” At the harbor mouth the shearwaters complained for lack of bread. “The soft sea minds could remake flesh,”

August 22, 2020
266

“And they made us. They made us to conquer the land. The things we remember as ilykari and brine and power-in-water and gods beneath the caldera, those were the soft minds.

August 22, 2020
266

he will make himself king of an empire of slaves.

August 22, 2020
267

We will all be masters of ourselves.

August 22, 2020
267

She stole their narwhal horn, the one brought down out of the north by the Verse-hammer.”

August 22, 2020
268

Something in me,” she did not name the tulpa, “knows that ship’s important.”

August 22, 2020
276

Barhu could not bring herself to forgive the Pranist and his warband. No matter the cause, these were people doing evil. To absolve them of guilt would be to deny their humanity, to deny that they had some intrinsic dignity and moral independence which only they could choose to surrender. To say that these people were doing monstrous things entirely of their own monstrous nature was to deny Falcrest’s immense historical crimes. But to say that these people were doing monstrous things solely because Falcrest had made them into monsters was to grant Falcrest the power to destroy the soul: to permanently remove the capacity for choice.

August 24, 2020
287

“Tsuni el-tsun,” he whispered: god of gods.

August 24, 2020
290

She is a trifle of flesh with a fierce, bitter spirit in her.

August 25, 2020
292

“I escaped all meaning. You cannot. You are a reader of books and an interpreter of signs. When you look at the stars you see constellations. I only see lights. That is why I cannot be mastered.”

August 25, 2020
293

You cannot destroy the masters by mastering them.

the masters tools will never dismantle the masters house

August 25, 2020
294

What a reasonable presumption it must seem: that Shir is grown like a scar around the day she murdered her own mother on the banks of the Vultsniada. But Shir knows the world at its fundament, she is a creature of that scoured truth. Her mother was one of many and distinguished from the rest only by sentiment. All those she’s killed had mothers. All of them. None were worth any more or less than hers.

August 25, 2020
296

upon the trunk of that palm is a stain where the little children with dental work and surgical scars and the babies born of shiqusection were dashed against the wood.

cesarian

August 25, 2020
296

“I went to Mzilimake Mbo to stir up civil wars for Farrier.

I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe

August 26, 2020
301

The Mzumauli, the moon worshipers, they divorce each other by shouting their old names five times.”

August 25, 2020
301

The Cryptarch’s Qualm. Your power is secret, and in secret it is total. To use your power you must touch the world. To touch you must be touched, to be touched is to be seen, to be seen is to be known. To be known is to perish.…

August 17, 2020
302

“You define yourself by what you sacrifice. So the sacrifices had to begin coming out of you. Not from others. You yourself.”

August 26, 2020
305

She was not happy, exactly. But for the first time in months she had no heart to spare for her own hurt.

August 29, 2020
330

“imagine if one of the paramount masters could be rendered supreme, uncontested, so that her orders would be untainted by any interest but her own. She would of course have Clarified to advise her on her interests. So the Clarified would advise her, and she would make orders, and give them to the Clarified to execute, and the circle would be closed. And it would be as if the Clarified commanded themselves.”

greg egan did it first

August 30, 2020
332

Act Three. Svir’s Choice

why do you think that you’d use war in your great work? When you’ve realized so proudly that power comes not from brute strength but from the control of the context in which strength is deployed?”

September 7, 2020
349

Act Four. Yawa’s Choice

“Constant aggression,” he said, through broken lips. He got back to his feet with only a little weariness. “The instinct of the body facing violence is to withdraw and contract. You must expand and fill up space. You must claim everything around you so that the enemy cannot. Even your voice must assert victory. I read your fighting manual.”

August 12, 2020
653

the wall of clocks. There were a hundred and sixty-six of them. A murder clock, an arson clock, a patricide clock, and an infanticide clock. A clock for infidelity, a clock for extortion and for forgery and for sedition and for libel, a clock for incitement, a clock for riot; also clocks for the next election, the next great storm, the next harvest. The intervals were predicted by actuaries in Census and Methods. There remained uncertainty, of course. And most uncertain of all was the great clock at the far end of the gallery— The Civilization Clock.

August 11, 2020
683

The modesty he observed in Barhu’s case was her first clue toward his secret. It came from a very specific taboo.

August 11, 2020
691

And the republican government, which shifted the flow of a Parliamin’s corruption and favoritism from fellow elites to a Parliamin’s constituents, so that corruption at least helped the common people sometimes.

August 11, 2020
692

Yes, happiness was rarer than suffering—that was simply a fact of mathematics; happiness required a narrow range of conditions, and suffering flourished in all the rest.

August 11, 2020
693

The Emperor was chosen from the populace and chemically denied any knowledge of Its own identity and history.

August 11, 2020
696

if I’d known you weren’t lobotomized, I would’ve stepped in to keep you from sitting on that Throne.

August 12, 2020
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