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#AHHHHHHHHHH#I may have gone a little crazy over him#big fuck off dragon yes please#he’s so slay#I’m like only on chapter 13 and I’ve already drawn like 3 dragons#god I love this book#my art#the priory of the orange tree#tpotot#Fyredel#dragon#dragons#monster design#books#book#the priory of the orange tree fanart#dragon design#creature design
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Sabran: *tries to fight Fyredel with a sword she can't even use*
Ead: Ugh I can't believe I'm gonna make out with her
Meg: You don't have to
Ead: No I'm gonna
#the priory of the orange tree#tpotot#incorrect quotes#incorrect book quotes#sabran berethnet#eadaz uq nara#sapphic books#queer books#sabran x ead#samantha shannon
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one of the weirdest post-book feelings is when you really enjoyed the story as a whole, and it was well worth the time commitment, but the ending is so unsatisfying that it lingers in a very haunting sense for a week after finishing it
that’s been me with the priory of the orange tree
[spoilers below since a few friends plan to or are currently reading]
my biggest issue was that the ending felt so rushed. for so much of the book, there had been a slow build of dread and tension for the nameless one’s return, but the fact that the return happened and ended in the same chapter was disappointing, considering some of the other scenes like loth’s foray into yscal, the parade ambush, and tané rescuing her dragon from the pirates held more weight and length that the main battle did.
some of it came across very orchestrated as well - I could suspend belief to an extent, but when it came down to the sword just happening to land perfectly back on the ship instead of the sea, and then tané’s dragon who’d been missing just happened to show up in time to catch her out of the air, and so on, it broke the immersion a little to show the author’s hand in moving along the plot.
I also really wish that loth had been sent south along with margret so that a perspective of that ‘battlefront’ would be present while letting him continue to have importance, since after his negotiations, he ended up sidelined. it would’ve added some depth to the battle - how horrifying would it have been to witness the human vs human combat in the homeland of people possessed by or scared of fyredel rather than offhand at sea? - and wrapped up loth’s arc by returning to find marosa as he’d been worried about through his chapters, and perhaps find closure about kit, too. and if the perspective had been added amidst the sea siege, it might’ve helped the pacing not feel so hasty.
my smaller complaint is that niclays’ desire to change as a person felt more forced than natural. after how long he’d been selfish, and made even more embittered by loss and his exile, then hinged so much on being a Not Grandfather to truyde, I fully expected that he would’ve gone off the deep end after discovering what happened to her.
I could probably pick at more about the ending that left me unsatisfied with it, but aside from that, I very much did enjoy the book as a whole. the worldbuilding was wonderful to settle into for a while (and as I said in another post, leaving it behind for another book has even been a struggle), and the characters had so much depth that made it fun to read each point of view, especially in how intertwined they were, too. and overall I’m very glad I finally listened to the encouragement to read!
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Fyredel when Glorian stands up to him:
#samantha shannon#the priory of the orange tree#a day of fallen night#adofn#a day of fallen night spoilers#adofn spoilers#glorian shieldheart
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Hello,
Here’s the next little installment to my little PRIDE fest. Now this one gave me trouble only because I wanted to keep the author’s writing still but that did prove quite difficult. I still tried and I hope you all enjoy. This little fic was for Ead and Sabran from Priory of the Orange Tree. This is my favorite book of all times as of now and Sam is my favorite author. Anyway I do hope you like it. (I got the image online and I couldn’t find the source but this is the dust jacket for the book so yeah)
PRIDE - Irrevocable
It had been a long day, not the longest since she had returned to the priory but long enough that she craved the solitude her new chambers provided. Despite the time that had already passed she still felt as though the chambers did not truly belong to her. Oftentimes she wondered if the day would come when she would feel completely at home in the large rooms. A gentle and tremendously welcomed breeze caressed her skin as she sat out on the balcony. The thunderous roar from the Wail of Galian helped her settle while the ever present scent from the orange tree lulled her further.
Five years had passed since her parting from the land of the deceiver, from Inys, from Sabran, the other half of her soul. The time spent away from her had been difficult and at times painful, however, what they had said—more importantly what Sabran had said—remained true. The South needed the prioress and Virtudom needed its Queen. They each had things to do, problems to take care of, people to lead. While she was no queen, as Sabran was, she still was part of the thread that held the cloth together, and thus leading was something she, as much as Sabran, needed to take care of.
Many a night she dared dream in the vastness of her bed that there beside her lay the one she loved above everyone else. She would feel the ghost of cold smoothe fingers caressing her skin, igniting that deep well of fire within. Just under the scent of the orange tree she could smell the creamgrail in Sabran’s hair. In the rush of the water she could hear the soft hum of her voice. There in the dark with her thoughts for companions she wished she was prioress no more. Wished she was slayer no more. That the threat of Fyredel was not one she had to worry for. She relished in those selfish moments, where the weight upon her shoulders would lessen and all that mattered was the way Sabran would fit in her arms.
“I thought I would find you here.”
“You bring news, Chassar?”
“Some say lack of news is far better than many.”
Chassar joined her on the balcony. The weight of years were showing more and more in the lines of his face as time went by. Sometimes she wondered when he too would leave her to be with the Mother.
“Wise words.”
“Eadaz, you look tired.”
“Is that why you are here? Have you come to tuck me in as you did when I was a child?” She let out a chuckle and he smiled at her.
“If it is required, Prioress.”
Silence filled the space between them for a time. Ead knew there was something bothering him and though she disliked having to wait for explanations she remained quiet and waited.
“Last time Sarsun returned he brought something.”
“He did?”
“He did.”
Tilting her head in question she wondered why Chassar had brought this up now and why he had waited this long. “Did he bring news? I sent him out the evening before last since I had received no news.”
“If by news you mean an Inysh letter then yes he did.”
Ead perked up at his words, her eyes traveling to the pocket of his tunic. The fact that the letter had been kept from her was now a forgotten matter. She wanted to read her words, smell her scent, see that lovely crest she used only for her. Her heart thrummed in her chest in expectation.
Chassar placed his hand over it drawing her attention back to his face. The lines on his face were more pronounced as he frowned at her. He seemed displeased, almost disappointed. She could not yet understand why. Not until he spoke.
“The daughter of the deceiver has little need for the priory, Eadaz. The amount of letters the two of you have exchanged is absurd. What could the Inysh possibly need from you? When they have yet to accept the fact that Galian was a liar. What could they need when we are still seen as heretics?”
Her blood began to simmer but she cooled herself with a deep breath. “After all this time, Chassar, one would think you would have figured out the answer to your questions, without having to ask me.”
“Eadaz, you are the prioress. You have a duty to the priory. To the south.”
“I have a duty to the world. This new world we are bringing. This world after the Nameless One. Have you forgotten what our mission is, Chassar? What we sand for?”
“I have not forgotten what our mission is. The priory stands to guard not only the South but the world. It is a great honor to do this and I am proud of all that you have done. But you need to understand that divided attention does not allow success.”
“My attention is not divided. I am here. I am working to attain what we have yet to attain. Exchanged letters do not change that.”
Rising from her chair she moved inside the chamber, Chassar following close behind. If her work had been lacking, if she had somehow been careless, she would understand his questioning, however, she had been anything but.
“Eadaz, why her, the pretender? Why Sabran Berethnet?”
The way he spoke her name made Ead turn. “Chassar, when you talk about her, be sure to mind your tone. If you have a letter for me, leave it here and go.”
“I only worry for you, my child.”
“Prioress.” She corrected.
“Eadaz.”
“Do not patronize me. You kept correspondence from me, you have questioned my integrity, and now you are treating me as you would a child.” Ead watched the guilt riddling his face. “I have worked tirelessly. I have suffered. I have given my whole self to the priory and I regret nothing. If given the choice I would choose this life time and time again. A portion of my heart, however, belongs to Sabran. Sings only for her. Again if given a choice, my heart would belong to her time and time again. I will make no apology for it.”
“I understand that there are forces that draw us to another. But Eadaz, she is there and you are here. This love you speak of is barely a bud that cannot be watered.”
“The bud you speak of has already opened. It is strong and can weather any storm.”
Chassar chuckled and shook his head. “You speak with milk and honey in your head. You speak as naive lovers would of the Milk Lagoon.”
“I speak the truth. What I feel for Sabran Berethnet,” her name felt sweet in her tongue and fell gently from her lips, “is irrevocable. Not the distance nor the time will make it less real. Not our past nor our present can take it away. This Milk Lagoon you mention, we will find it.”
She was not sure whether it was her words or the conviction with which she said them but she could see his walls going down. The disbelief and uncertainty in his brow softened until he let out a sigh of defeat.
“Forgive me, Eadaz. I only worry for you.”
“I know and I am forever thankful for you caring for me. If I ever stray I know you will bring me back to the correct path.
“I will always do my very best.” Chassar reached for her and she let herself be drawn forward and into a hug.
“I love you, Chassar.”
“And I love you, light of my eyes.” As he pulled away he reached in his pocket taking the letter and presenting it to her. “Here. I shall leave you to your letter.”
“Have a good night.”
“You too, Eadaz. Do try to rest. I was not lying before. You look tired.”
She wanted to tell him the letter in her hand would remedy that but decided against it once she saw his knowing gaze. Once she nodded he left her alone in her new chambers once more. Heading for the balcony she carefully tore the seal with that lovejay crest Sabran used only for her. After settling on the chair and a deep breath she began to read.
My dear Ead,
Tell me, how do you fare? I am well, tired, and at times irritable but well. As I sit here, I wonder what it is you are doing. Perhaps you are hunting wyrms or riding with Aralaq. Or perhaps much like myself dealing with boorish leaders and their endless opinions. Meg tells me you would probably tell them to leave you be as you have better things to do. I did that the other day, and I think it may not have been appreciated. It was fine though. Loth made peace with them in my stead. I suppose, at times, being queen also has its merits.
On a different matter, I think Sarsun has decided my bed is a far better place to rest in than the aviary and I am inclined to agree. Why nobody told me how foul that place could be baffles me. When I went the other day the knights kept looking at me as if I had gone mad. They should have warned me. Instead I soiled my skirts and because of the foul smell I ordered all of the garments I had burned. Again only you ever told me the truth—as much of it as you could.
I have been meaning to ask you something. It is not because Ros, Kate, Meg, and Loth have been asking, truly. But do tell me, Ead, after these ten years, what are we going to do with all of these rose petals? For now I will keep them with me. Also if you would, please write to Loth, jealousy is evident on his gaze, especially when you write to Meg and not him. He tells me it is fine but we both know how much that word means to him.
Time draws short, Sarsun is giving me that impatient look. It would have been better if I had written before he arrived. I shall do that next time. Never forget, I love you Eadaz uq-Nara and my heart still knows your song as I know yours knows mine.
Yours,
Sabran Berethnet
With a smile she made her way to bed, the letter and petals clutched to her chest. She lay there her cheeks almost hurting from her grin and she closed her eyes briefly before opening them again and thinking back to the question Sabran had posed.
“I often wonder about the same Sabran. What are we to do with all of these?”
#little pride fic#pridefest#ead x sabran#queen sabran#eadaz du zāla uq nāra#the priory of the orange tree
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woah one of the nameless one’s minions (fyredel, is that you?) killed sabran vi 👍 I love when nature as a force of chaos and destruction wrecks havoc on the figurehead of hegemonic religion in most of the (literal) west and exposes the facade of the saviorist narrative constructed around the monarchy
#I would’ve lowkey been mad if the vattens didn’t double cross her but I’m glad a dragon got there first.#I still want the vatten to cause more problems and I think they will#aelia reads a day of fallen night#adofn spoilers#text#dumai sounds a lot like a teenager when she complains about nikeya but I still prefer her to glorian so far hm. I feel like priory had a#less YA vibe to it. idk. we shall see.#sabran vi berethnet#a day of fallen night
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i love your priory/adofn art so much (ESPECIALLY THRIT ❤️❤️❤️❤️), would you ever draw fyredel? there’s such a dearth of art of him and it makes me sad on his behalf
Hiii, thank you! I love these hot dummies, including Thrit. What a wholesome good boy <3
Also I have drawn Fyredel, I drew him here, I also have another piece of him in the works at the moment ^^
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i am 20% of the way through priory of the orange tree and it was been a LONG time since i've read a proper high fantasy novel for the first time (vs rereads) and it was a very rough start but i think i am finally getting into the groove. not my favorite audiobook by far (specifically, there are very frequent character POV shifts which aren't explicitly announced and a lot of the voices are weirdly soft which is hard to hear idk) but i've been doing a lot of driving so audiobook it is. anyway i just finished reading ead vs fyredel and im actually starting to get really into it
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ead, protecting sab from fyredel:
truyde: that was legitness
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oh god glorian’s sick now did tpotot not say she was abed with the flu when fyredel killed her parents and the grief of ages started…
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Gotta love those Berethnets, they just love confronting Fyredel head on 😂
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Who are the other 2 High Westerns? Fyredel, Orsul, Valesya and? Also what colours are Orsul and Valesya :) thank you.
I’m still tinkering with their names, but you’ll learn them in A Day of Fallen Night.
Valeysa is a kind of tawny amber, Orsul is grey.
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1.126.1 A Day of Fallen Night by Samantha Shannon
SPOILERS
Pages: 846
Read Time: 21 hours and 7 minutes
Overall Rating: ★★★★★
Storyline: ★★★★★
Dialogue: ★★★★★
Characters: ★★★★★
Genre: High Fantasy
TWs for the book: Death, war, violence, pregnancy, death of a parent, fire/fire injury, blood, grief, child death, animal death, pandemic/epidemic, injury/injury detail, gore, murder, s*xual content, religious bigotry, adult/minor relationship, abandonment, cursing, infidelity, su*c*de, kidnapping, medical content, emotional abuse, mental illness, misogyny, body horror, cancer, child abuse/neglect, xenophobia, vomit, classism
POV: Third person perspective of Glorian Berethnet, Tunuva Melim, Wulfert Glenn, and Noziken pa Dumai; also very briefly Queen Sabran Berethnet and Kuposa pa Nikeya.
Time Period/Location: 509-512 CE; in the lands of Lasia, Carmentum, the Ersyr, Yscalin, Hróth, Inys, Sepul, Seiiki, and the Empire of the Twelve Lakes.
First Line: Her name was Dumai, from an ancient word for a dream that ends too soon.
The story follows four main people, Princess Glorian Berethnet of Inys, the heir to Virtudom, Tunuva Melim, a sorceress of the Priory of the Orange Tree, Wulfert Glenn, housecarl to King Bardholt of Hróth, and Dumai, a godsinger living on Mount Ipeda.
Glorian lives in the shadow of her mother. She is going to become queen one day, and has a big name to live up to. She confides a lot in her father, the King of Hróth who can only visit on occasion as he is the first king of his land and must keep peace and order.
Dumai is a godsinger in the East, living on Mount Ipeda and praying for the gods return from their slumber. Her life turns upside down when her father, the Emperor of Seiiki, comes to the mountain to tell her she must become his heir in order to protect the Noziken line from the scheming Kuposa family.
Wulf is a housecarl to the King of Hróth, and travels with the king to Inys, where he reconnects with Glorian as they were childhood friends. This doesn't keep the whispers of him being a witchling away however, as his fathers found him on the edge of the woods accompanied by a wolf before taking him in.
Tunuva is a sorceress of the Priory of the Orange Tree, vowed to keep watch over the tree and prepare for the day that the Nameless One, a fire wyrm from deep in the earth, will return. Her and her partner Esbar struggle to contain Esbar's wild birthdaughter Siyu, who escapes the Priory with her friend and a boy who she has become pregnant by. When Tunuva and Esbar go after Siyu to bring her back to the Priory and keep its existence a secret, the Dreadmount (the mountain between Mentendon and Yscalin that birthed the Nameless One) erupts, bringing forth new wyrms that are bent on bringing disease and destruction to the world.
In the East, Dumai struggles at court and is constantly taunted by the daughter of the river lord Kuposa pa Nikeya. All of that changes after the eruption of the Dreadmount across the sea and Nikeya, Dumai, and her best friend Kanifa are summoned by Furtia Stormcaller, a sea dragon and one of the gods worshipped by the Easterners, to discover what creatures have come from the Dreadmount and to awaken the rest of the gods.
Wulf discovers sickness and plague in a town in the north of Hróth, and is forced to kill one of his friends when she becomes infected. He, however, is immune to the sickness, and the rumors of him being a witch child spread further.
In the Priory, a different kind of mage than those who eat of the Orange Tree requests refuge. Her name is Canthe and she comes from Inys, no longer possessing much magic as the Hawthorn Tree she ate from died. When Siyu runs away again with her baby after finding her lover killed, Canthe and Tunuva go after her, and form a close bond along the way.
In Inys, Queen Sabran and King Bardholt leave for a wedding in Mentendon, but are attacked by a wyrm named Fyredel along the way, and are burned to death. Wulf is aboard the boat and nearly dies himself, but braves the freezing sea and washes up on the shores of Hróth. He rushes back to Inys to comfort Glorian, who is too young to be queen but old enough to be wed. Her regent and advisors are pushing her for an heir as they believe the continuation of the Berethnet bloodline is the only thing keeping the Nameless One from rising again. Her only option is to wed a 70 year old prince of Yscalin, and Wulf, who pities her and loves her dearly as a friend, offers to get her pregnant instead, so she doesn't have to sleep with the prince. They succeed, and as Fyredel attacks the capital of Inys and her regent is discovered to be a heathen who worships the Witch of the Woods, she takes control of her people and leads them into hiding in the caves of Inys.
Canthe tells Tunuva of Wulf, and says that he may be her long lost baby she thought died in the woods. They travel to Inys to find him in the midst of the war.
Dumai and Nikeya travel through the Queendom of Sepul and the Empire of the Twelve Lakes and then back to Seiiki, waking the gods and warning their neighbors of the looming danger and sickness. Her and Glorian both have dreams and speak to each other through them, and Glorian asks her to meet her in Hróth so they might use two powerful magic stones, one of which Dumai possesses, to defeat the wyrms. Wulf is commanded to go to a town on the outskirts of Hróth to gather forces to defeat the wyrms, and Tunuva and Canthe follow closely on his heels. Everyone ends up meeting on the ice, where it's revealed that Canthe had infiltrated Dumai's dreams and pretended to be Glorian to draw Dumai there and steal the stone for herself. Wulf and his partner Thrit are alarmed to see Furtia Stormcaller and think she is a wyrm and attack. Seeing Wulf in danger and what she also believes is a wyrm, Tunuva attacks Furtia, Dumai, and Nikeya. They barely make it away, and Tunuva and Wulf reunite. Canthe and Tunuva return back to the Priory with Wulf to teach him about his people and to meet his family.
Wulf stays for awhile, but eventually must leave to return to Inys. After he leaves, Canthe uses magic to trick Tunuva into unlocking the tomb of Cleolind, their foremother, and finds the other half of Dumai's magic stone. Esbar and another mage catch her in the act, and they presumably kill her, but not before she confesses that she is the one who stole Tunuva's son so long ago and left him in the woods of Inys. Tunuva is distraught at the betrayal, but must leave to defend a southern city from a wyrm attack.
Nikeya and Dumai arrive home to Seiiki to discover her father dead at the hands of the River Lord, and her younger sister Suzu, who is half Kuposa, on the throne, and the River Lord as her regent. Dumai leaves Nikeya and the rest of the court to form her own shadow court on the other side of the island focused solely on fighting the wyrms and saving her people. Nikeya finds Dumai and confesses her love for her, and they are married. It is then revealed that the River Lord has been put under mind control by a wyrm, and that he plans to sacrifice Suzu to the wyrms and permanently end the Noziken line. Dumai rushes there with Nikeya, but is too late, as all of her relatives and her sister are slaughtered.
In Inys, Glorian gives birth to her daughter who she names Sabran. Wulf arrives just in time to see her emerge from the cave with the baby, who she immediately passes off to him to keep safe before riding into battle against the wyrms and Fyredel. Fyredel then offers Glorian a deal; her life for her peoples'. She is about to take the deal when a comet called the Long Haired Star, the thing that gives dragons their magic and weakens wyrms, passes overhead. Fyredel and the rest of the wyrms flee.
The Long Haired Star passes over the South and Tunuva and Esbar use the stone discovered by Canthe in the tomb to defeat the wyrms and they run away or fall into a deep sleep.
In the East, the dragons give their lives to defeat the River Lord and the wyrms. Dumai is offered a second chance at life by one of the dragons, but she declines and passes away.
At the end of the story, Glorian is queen, Wulf is knighted and places Siyu in the court to protect his daughter, Nikeya becomes the new Warlord of Seiiki, and Tunuva and Esbar continue their life in the Priory with Esbar as Prioress.
Queen Glorian Berethnet (Glorian Shieldheart): If you read Priory of the Orange Tree first, this character will be somewhat familiar. She is talked about as a legend, the queen who faced the wyrms head on and road into battle immediately after giving birth. But, as this story takes place over the span of four years, you view her as she was when all of this happened: a child. Her story is tragic, as she feels shackled to the throne and to the child she must bear her whole life, and her first "free" act after giving birth and doing her duty is to ride as a warrior in defense of her people. You see her struggle with the guilt of subjecting her daughter to the same fate as herself, and grapple with her faith as she realizes just how barbaric their beliefs really are. Her difficult relationship with her mother was heart wrenching and reflects how daughters view their mothers as children and then again as adults.
Wulfert Glenn (Armul; the Child of the Woods): Wulf's most defining characteristic was his loyalty (besides his raving bisexuality). He was loyal to his lover Regny when she died on the ship with the King and Queen, holding onto her body all the way back to the shores of Hróth, he was loyal to Glorian, risking death to sire her child, and he was loyal to Tunuva upon finding out she was his mother by following her to the Priory and accepting his faith and heritage. He was an immensely likable character (and in my opinion, autistic coded) which made him all the better to me.
Noziken pa Dumai: Dumai was not meant to be Empress of Seiiki. She was meant to be a godsinger and no matter how much the role of empresses was forced upon her, she stuck to who she was, even in death. She didn't allow herself or her beliefs to waver or be changed, even for Nikeya or her father. While it was gut wrenching that she left Nikeya widowed and that she never got to meet Glorian in person, I was happy that Samantha Shannon wasn't afraid to let her die for what she believed in, and die maintaining her magic ability. She didn't have to sacrifice her power. There was some hints that she might have survived and was just living off the grid, but I prefer to think that she died at peace and having fought for her faith and her people. She was also a foil character to Glorian, hence their dream connection. Glorian was forced to live a life that didn't reflect who she was for the sake of duty, and struggled to be herself outside of that, while Dumai kept to the duty of her people and her gods, but on her own terms and in her own way.
Storyline: I was once again absolutely blown away by the sheer immensity of the worldbuilding in this story. It was done flawlessly and the queernorm world she built was beautiful and something I really appreciated. There was no need for explanation for the queer characters, as it all fit well into the story. The magic system was unique and beautiful. The uniqueness of each of the cultures and religions was insanely creative, and the diversity of characters made sense and wasn't just an afterthought. The only thing that I struggle with with this series is remembering everything as there is a lot of names, history, and information thrown at you at once. Thank gods for the beautiful maps in this book or I would not have had any clue what was going on.
Representation: The amount of representation in this books was insane. Glorian is aroace, Tunuva and Esbar are lesbians, Dumai and Nikeya are lesbians, Wulf is bisexual. There are two FtM transgender characters, a brother of the Priory who is a consistent background character, and an alchemist in the Empire of the Twelve Lakes. There are two nonbinary characters, Lade Edith, a council member in Inys (Lade instead of Lord or Lady) and a doctor in Inys, Mastress Bourn, (Mastress instead of Master or Mistress). Canthe and Tunuva also discuss what would happen in the gender roll based Priory if someone was nonbinary, and she talks about how they would find a solution for it when it happened. Pronouns are never questioned. The Empress of the Empire of the Twelve Lakes is married to a woman. The countries and kingdoms of the south are based off of (to my knowledge) African cultures, the Eastern countries based off of Asian culture, the Northern country of Hróth based off of Nordic culture, and the Western countries based off of more British culture. I could be completely incorrect about this but while reading I was under the assumption that Yscalin was based off of Hispanic culture, but again, I could be wrong as Yscalin is not shown very much and its been awhile since I read Priory of the Orange Tree.
Summary: It's a long read and it's best to have a good memory for it but it is definitely worth the ride for the sheer worldbuilding alone. On top of it Samantha Shannon writes wonderfully complex, detailed, and flawed characters that feel very real. She maintained all of the beauty of the story into this second book, and expands upon a long history and a detailed and complex world.
Quotes:
"'I will be a good queen.' Her mother stopped. 'You think me weak.' Glorian said, willing her voice not to quake. 'You always have - but I know whose bone and blood I am. I am the chosen of the Saint, the fruit of his unending vine, the iron of the eversnow. I am the daughter of Sabran the Ambitious and the Hammer of the North, and I will rule this realm without fear. My reign will be remembered for centuries to come.' She let the words soak through the silence, then said, 'I am enough.'" (pg. 339)
"'What is the world,' Dumai asked her, 'but a fleeting dream, from which we will all one day wake?'"-Noziken pa Dumai (pg. 553)
"Mama, I forgive you. I forgive you all of it. I love you as the rain loves the earth. As the mountain loves the sky. I will love you when the star returns, and when the black waters swallow the world."-Noziken pa Dumai (pg. 802)
#gay#lgbtq#lgbt#transgender#asexual#aromantic#lesbian#nonbinary#book reviews#book review#books#book blog#booklr#a day of fallen night#samantha shannon#bisexual#pansexual
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priory epilogue headcanons:
loth cedes goldenbirch to meg and her new hubby. he returns to court for a while and ends up (voluntarily) relocating to yscalin as the inysh ambassador. he marries donmata marosa
ead goes back to the priory and hurries up naming her successor (i forget the canon term) so that once fyredel is dealt with and the priory is stable, she can fuck back off with sabran
sabran cedes the throne and ros takes it - igrain died for nothing because a crest rules inys after all, and it has nothing to do with her interference and everything to do with ros being a good, honest candidate for leadership. roslain follows sabran's lead and transitions the country towards democracy
sabran wants to stay close to inys and everyone she loves there but ead wants to stay close to lasia and everyone she loves there so they split the difference and make a home in yscalin with loth, traveling north or south every so often to visit in on their loved ones
neporo's line ends with tane - she never takes a lover or bears a child. she rides with nayimathun for ever and ever the end.
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I am thoroughly pleased to see Fyredel is back and as overly dramatic as ever
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For those that have or are reading The Priory of the Orange Tree, how are you pronouncing some of the names as you read?
Like Loth, Tané, and Fyredel, and some of the other names, too.
Has it been easy to pronounce them or hard?
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