Gideon the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #1)

by Tamsyn Muir

Harrow whispered a lot of fuck-words before muttering: “Thank God we got to her first.”

Dead reader wizard people?

she looked up into the soft and weary face of Dulcinea, whose eyes were still the dusty blue of blueberries.

“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.”

Harrow said, “But you’re God.” And God said, “And I am not enough.”