Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)

by Tamsyn Muir

“I owe you your life,” said Harrowhark, “I owe you everything.”

“You know I don’t give a damn about the Locked Tomb, right? You know I only care about you,”

“Gideon the Ninth, first flower of my House,” she said hoarsely, “you are the greatest cavalier we have ever produced. You are our triumph. The best of all of us. It has been my privilege to be your necromancer.”

“I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it.”