Harrow the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #2)

by Tamsyn Muir

“Let us imagine the magma is full of unkillable man-eating magma fish. Two problems arise.

yes let’s

“It turned out that being sensible and brilliant and careful doesn’t keep you from getting ripped to shreds by ten thousand feral ghosts.”

“when three people start kissing, it is always a cue. A cue to leave.”

your end appeared in the form of a grown adult telling you that they might have liked you for their own.

Nothing added to your resolution to live so much as someone else suggesting that you die.

I think it is hell to entirely understand any other person.