Cover art of the novel, A Memory Called Empire, by Arkady Martine. Art shows a supplicant approaches an emperor, seated in a massive throne styled as a sunburst.
I've decided—and I hope that Three Seagrass and @byzantienne.bsky.social might approve—that my Teixcalaanli name is 0.62 Teapot. #AMemoryCalledEmpire
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Finished reading "A Memory Called Empire" by Arkady Martine. Great work, kind of reminds me of Guy Gavriel Kay's "Sailing to Sarantium". Brilliant writing, definitely worth tracking down & reading. #reading #BookSky #AMemoryCalledEmpire
Emperor Six Direction of the Teixcalaanli Empire.
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I wouldn't have called it before #Andor season 2, but I want Tony Gilroy to adapt #AMemoryCalledEmpire.
A wooden table on top of which sits two books, Arkady Martine's A Memory Called Empire, John Wiswell's Someone You Can Build A Nest In, and a mushroom journal. These are stacked next to a cup of black coffee and an egg avocado toast
Spent the morning before heading into work taking notes on first chapters of novels. It's the one thing that has kicked my tail more than any part of the writing process. #someoneyoucanbuildanestin #amemorycalledempire Not pictured: The Fifth Season, Babel, Daindreth's Assassin #amwriting
Y'all said this was like the Locked Tomb Series. When I read the first book I was like: what? Now that I finished the second book, I kinda get it. Overall, I really enjoyed the second book a lot more #amemorycalledempire #adesolationcalledpeace #thelockedtomb #scifibookd #booksky
Encomia upon encomia. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
Immoral is being someone you cannot hope to emulate. It’s the juxtaposition is what’s wrong. How do I know that you are you? That you are conscious of what you’re attempting to preserve? #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
your mouth and its flowers— #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
One of them is asking. One of them thinks this is a rhetorical question: there’s continuity of memory, and that makes a self. A self is whoever remembers being that self. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
Are we ourselves? #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
A decaying conglomeration of choices made in extremis. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
How our eyeshine glowed in the dirt-home, the blood-home! How we closed them and were invisible, dark-scavengers, secret-hunters! How our starflyers glow in the void-home, the light-home of us! #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
I carry exile in my heart. I will never be free of it. I will always be measuring the distance between myself and a person who remained in the heart of the world; between the person I would have been had I stayed and the person I have become. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
When she kissed her, she opened up for her as if she was a lotus floating in one of the city’s gardens at dawn—slow, inexorable, like she had been waiting a long, long time through the night. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
Trying to see who we are. What is left of us. Who we might be now. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
To look outward from every fusion-heart star. To see the pattern these stars make in our eyes reflecting the pattern of our eyes in the dark on the old planet. How our eyeshine glowed in the dirt-home, the blood-home! #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
To focus on that choice as a still place, a conflictless heart. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
Small funerals bloomed like fungi after rain. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
A certain kind of free.
Not, in the end, quite home. I #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
She was a collapsing point at the center of the universe, sinking in on herself in recursions. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
The empire of poets, all-conquering all-devouring all-singing beast in the garden of her imaginings. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
When it wasn’t confined properly to epics and songs, empire claimed by acclamation was a brutal process that cared not at all for the places and peoples who had to succumb to make that acclamation plausible. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
In the soft hands of a child even a map of the stars can withstand forces that pull and crack. Gravity persists.
Continuity persists: uncalloused fingers walk orbital paths, but I am drowning in a sea of flowers; in violet foam, in the fog of war— #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
These things are ceaseless: star-charts, disembarkments / the curl of unborn petals holds a hollowness. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
A thousand starpoints strong released, we shall speak visions uneclipsed. I am a spear in the hands of the sun. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
To ravage, to slaughter, to usurp under false titles—this they name empire; and where they make a desert, they call it peace. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
How we slip sideways, like a closing eye, and are invisible! To think as a person, with the singing fractal swarm of we, and see. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
I do not think my dreaming is untoward; it is the casting-forward of desire, the projection of a self into the future. An imagining of possibles. #AMemoryCalledEmpire #ArkadyMartine
