Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)

by Tamsyn Muir

I am your creature, gloom mistress. I serve you with fidelity as big as a mountain, penumbral lady.” Harrow’s eyes flickered open. “Stop.” “I am your sworn sword, night boss.” “Fine,” said Harrow heavily.

Did you legit just say ‘pure humbuggery’?