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230 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 21, 2017
"Would you like to go on a suicide mission?" she asked.
He smiled. It was the first genuine smile she'd seen all day.
"I would be honored," he said.
What a pair they'd make -a short little criminal leading a blind, shambling wreck of paladin. The Dreaming God wasn't known for his sense of humor, but sometimes you had to wonder.
"You planning on killing our Slate some night on the road, Sir Caliban?"
The knight simled sourly. "Not if you're closer."
Apparently this was the right response. Brenner slapped him on the back and went back to his chair. "Excellent! At least we'll all go to hell in good company."
"My legs will never close again," she muttered.
"That would be music to my ears if I wasn't dying," said Brenner, a step below her.
"You better not snore," she grumbled into the dark.
"I don't snore."
"Good."
"I gibber in demonic tongues."
"I've nver met an assassin before," said Learned Edmund to Brenner, after thay had been several days on the road.
"Speaking on behalf of assassins everywhere, we were perfectly happy with that."




Slate wondered vaguely where they’d found [the tattoo artist]. Minor wonderworkers were common enough, often possessing very specific talents. Still, what kind of turns did a life have to take before you discovered that your personal gift from the universe was making carnivorous tattoos?Clockwork Boys is a solid, enjoyable fantasy adventure, with a slight whiff of steampunk to it, but it’s only the first half of the overall story. The conclusion of this tale is in The Wonder Engine, published in 2018 and a Locus Award nominee. There are some surprising twists in the second half of this adventure; it’s well worth reading.
Hours passed, like a kidney stone.
You haven't bathed or shaved in a season. A woman hardly has to prefer her own sex not to find you attractive. You're not exactly the elite Knight-Champion of the Dreaming God anymore, if you haven't noticed. Perhaps she's simply not attracted to mass murderers.
"Would you like to go on a suicide mission?" she asked instead. He smiled. It was the first genuine smile she had seen all day.
"I would be honored," he said.
"Brenner, who had never been on a horse in his life, had taken out his dagger and was showing it meaningfully to his mount. The horse did not look impressed."
"My legs will never close again," she muttered.
"That would be music to my ears if I wasn't dying," said Brenned, a step below her,
"Do you think we will make it to Anuket City?"
"I don't know if I will make it to my room."
Her mother had always said you could tell a lot about a man by the way they conducted intimate business. The ones who thought they were amazing in bed, the ones who were afraid that they weren’t, the ones who expected you to do everything…
Brenner had been none of those. Brenner had made a very careful study of what her body responded to and then he had done it, quite ruthlessly, until Slate could hold nothing back at all. Then he would take his own pleasure, just as ruthlessly.
It had been exhausting and oddly transactional, very much like Brenner. It left her sated and a little bitter afterwards, as if they had used each other.
Learned Edmund is apparently afraid that if he sleeps on your floor, your feminine exhalations will cause his genitals to wither and his bowels to turn to water. That’s a direct quote, by the way.”



Slate, a skilled forger and lockpicker, has been set on a hopeless quest to find the source of giant clockwork killer robots that smash everything in their way, and stop them. To keep her inspired, she has a sharp-toothed tattoo that will eat her alive if she fails in or quits her mission. And to help her, she has Brenner, an assassin with whom she has a long history; Caliban, a demon-hunting outcast paladin of the Dreaming God; Learned Edmund, a female-fearing scholar-priest of the Many-Armed God; and Grimehug, a badger-like job gnole. But to get from the Dowager’s City to neighboring Anuket City will take bravery and strategy -- and cooperation between members of the band.This story has all the trappings of everything I love about T. Kingfisher’s books: brilliant creativity, tricky situations, genius solutions to those situations, and a terrific cast of characters. And yet, this book didn’t grab me the way her others have. The biggest problem I had was an absence of the belly-busting absurd humor that’s pulled me straight into her other books and kept even the grimmest situations bearable. There are definitely funny observations and moments on every page of this book, but it just wasn’t up to my expectations.
