Harrow the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #2)

by Tamsyn Muir

she had deployed her whole menagerie of coquettish smiles in return, each looking as though it had spent a month prowling the desert before being captured and put to this circus use.

“Poetry is one of the most beautiful shadows a civilisation can cast across time,”

The skin she touched was merely a thin and pervious netting keeping in your meat, which consisted of ten thousand spiders.