Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)

by Tamsyn Muir

“Gideon Nav, take back your honour and give your lady a weapon.” Gideon couldn’t help herself: “Are you asking me to … throw her a bone?”

“This calls for rigor, Nav.” “Maybe rigor … mortis,” said Gideon, who assumed that puns were funny automatically.

“Oh, whoops, my bad,” said Gideon. “For a moment I thought you weren’t a huge bitch.”