From award-winning author R. F. Kuang comes Babel, a historical fantasy epic that grapples with student revolutions, colonial resistance, and the use of language and translation as the dominating tool of the British Empire Traduttore, traditore: An act of translation is always an act of betrayal. 1828. Robin Swift, orphaned by cholera in Canton, is brought to London by the mysterious Professor Lovell. There, he trains for years in Latin, Ancient Greek, and Chinese, all in preparation for the day he’ll enroll in Oxford University’s prestigious Royal Institute of Translation—also known as Babel. The tower and its students are the world's center for translation and, more importantly, magic. Silver-working—the art of manifesting the meaning lost in translation using enchanted silver bars—has made the British unparalleled in power, as the arcane craft serves the Empire's quest for colonization. For Robin, Oxford is a utopia dedicated to the pursuit of knowledge. But knowledge obeys power, and as a Chinese boy raised in Britain, Robin realizes serving Babel means betraying his motherland. As his studies progress, Robin finds himself caught between Babel and the shadowy Hermes Society, an organization dedicated to stopping imperial expansion. When Britain pursues an unjust war with China over silver and opium, Robin must decide . . . Can powerful institutions be changed from within, or does revolution always require violence?

Scandal tore them apart, circumstance brought them back together, but only hope can redeem them. She was the girl from the wrong side of town, and he was the boy destined to take the throne. But when they were younger, that didn’t matter. Once, Marlon King and Maia Lawson were inseparable—until one fleeting moment ruined everything and proved maybe they don’t belong in the same world. She was forced to leave town and he was left picking up the pieces. Now almost five years later, Maia is back home. But she isn’t welcome. At the prestigious Remington South Prep, Marlon is king—devastatingly handsome, heir to a major conglomerate, a football god, and smart—there’s no wonder he’s the envy of his peers. But beware. Marlon is a rich boy with an attitude. Cross him and it’s the guillotine. When a brutal blast from his past arrives at Remington South, the very reason for his cruel core, the claws come out and Marlon will stop at nothing to even the score. What starts off as bitter resentment and a need to send Maia back to wherever she disappeared to, turns into something more as neither can deny their mutual attraction. Only, before they can rekindle any simmering flames, fate steps in, threatening to tear them apart once and for all.

He glanced at the dark corner of the lab, a type of breathing blackness that moved even when it didn’t, the very air and space and void of the darkness slowly expanding and contracting as the thing within it watched him. Theo flicked his wand, sending a key soaring toward the dark corner, clattering against the stone wall he could not see. Another flick, another careening key. Over and over and over again until one key going remained on the bench. “A point for going, today,” Theo mused. Without a care to the hour, and only modest curiosity about his destination, Theo picked up the key and activated it, hurtling himself somewhere, anywhere, but there. [In which Theo's home is a terrifying place to reckon with a decade of denial. A Theo POV companion to Wait and Hope.]