Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)

by Tamsyn Muir

Her adept said: “I’ll keep it off you. Nav, show them what the Ninth House does.” Gideon lifted her sword. The construct worked itself free of its last confines of masonry and rotten wood and heaved before them, flexing itself like a butterfly. “We do bones, motherfucker,” she said.

If you didn't stand up and pump your fist in this air at this line I don't fucking like you