Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)

by Tamsyn Muir

Gideon had always known that this would be how she went: gangbanged to death by skeletons.

This was bigoted, assumptive, and completely true.

But Gideon was experiencing one powerful emotion: being sick of everyone’s shit.

You know I’m the fakest-ass cavalier who ever faked. The actual cav had chronic hyperthyroid and was a serial limpdick.

This refusal is just superstition and paranoia, cooked up with a side of—pure humbuggery.” For a moment Gideon’s anger and remorse were overwhelmed by, Did you legit just say ‘pure humbuggery’?

“Ask me how I am and I’ll scream,” she said. “How are you,” said Camilla, who was a pill. “I see you calling my bluff and I resent it,” said Gideon.

“I have tried to dismantle you, Gideon Nav! The Ninth House poisoned you, we trod you underfoot—I took you to this killing field as my slave—you refuse to die, and you pity me! Strike me down. You’ve won. I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.”