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" Look,' said Harrowhark.
No murder, sorrow, or fear could ever touch Harrow Nonagesimus. Her tired eyes were alight. A lot of her paint had peeled away or been sweated off down in the facility, and the whole left side of her jaw was just grey-tinted skin. A hint of her humanity peeked through. She had such a peculiarly pointed little face, high browed and tippy everywhere, and a slanted and vicious mouth. She said irascibly, 'At the key, moron, not at me.'
The moron looked at the key, but did give her the middle finger. "
― Tamsyn Muir , Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)
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" She said, 'Harrow, I can't keep my promise, because the entire point of me is you. You get that, right? That's what cavaliers sign up for. There is no me without you. One flesh, one end.'
A shade of exhausted suspicion flickered over her necromancer's face. 'Nav,' she said, 'what are you doing?'
'The cruellest thing anyone has ever done to you in your whole life, believe me,' said Gideon. 'You'll know what to do, and if you don't do it, what I'm about to do will be no use to anyone.'
Gideon turned and squinted, gauged the angle. She judged the distance. It would have been the worst thing in the world to look back, so she didn't. "
― Tamsyn Muir , Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)
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" The Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House smiled, tiny and triumphant. Then she kneeled into Gideon’s arms. Gideon stumbled, sick with terror, kneeling them both down to the ground as Harrow lay like a broken rag doll. She forgot her sword, forgot everything as she cradled her used-up adept. She forgot the wrecked ligaments in her sword arm, her messed-up knee, the cups of blood she’d lost, everything but that tiny, smoldering, victorious smile. "
― Tamsyn Muir , Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)