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Tamsyn Muir
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December 28, 2020 - January 2, 2021
The last two shuttles slowly spiralled down to earth, a fresh gust of warm wind scything over everyone as they came to their fluttering rest.
Scything - nice. Very accurately described!
Gideon made a mental note to write down the joke so that she could use it herself later.
Lol
that tugged on her memory but did not grasp the right file.
“I could already make bone hunks. But now I can make them regenerate.” The outcome literally nobody wanted.
Lol
Harrowhark said, “The Second House is famed for something similar, in reverse. The Second necromancer’s gift is to drain her dying foes to strengthen and augment her cavalier—” “Rad—” “It’s said they all die screaming,” said Harrow. “Nice to know that the other Houses are also creeps,” said Gideon. “Nav.”
Lol
“Ha-ha,” said Gideon, “first time you didn’t call me Griddle,” and died.
That was so intense.
“Cam,” Palamedes said. “Go loud.”
😍
it took her much less time than it had taken Gideon, fighting Naberius Tern, for the Second to realise she was in trouble.
This book is ruining my sleep. Too damn exciting.
She dropped her cobweb-light rapier, grabbed Marta’s wrist, and yanked. The arm dislocated with a bright pop.
What!! 😆
Palamedes rounded on her with a sudden fury that made everyone jump, even Gideon. “Then maybe I’ll throw it out the fucking window,” he snarled. “Two good cavs hurt, yours and mine, all because the Second tried to beat up the weak kid first.” He jabbed a finger at Judith’s immaculate waistcoat with intent to impale; she didn’t flinch. “You have no idea how many keys we’re holding! You have no idea how many keys anybody’s holding, because you haven’t paid any damn attention since the shuttles landed! You picked on us because the Sixth aren’t fighters. You could have fought Gideon the Ninth, or
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Hell yeah!!
Harrowhark said, in the exact sepulchral tones of Marshal Crux: “Death first to vultures and scavengers.”
F*&k 🤘
Jeannemary’s eyes were very slightly open. There was blood spattered in her curls, and there was blood spattered over the headboard. Gideon’s gaze followed the splatter upward. Written on the wall, in silky wet red, was:
F*&k 😵
his face closed like a fist and his shoulders so set each tendon looked like it was flossing his clavicular joints.
Love the preciseness of the description
“Lady Septimus, Duchess of Rhodes,” he said, very formally, “I put to you before everyone here—that this man was dead before you arrived, by shuttle, at the First House, and appeared alive only through deep flesh magic.”
What!!
It looked as though she were ransacking drawers in her brain trying to find the right set of words to wear.
Again with the preciseness of words!
“Then that story about Protesilaus and the Seventh House was a lie.”
That means the cremains in the incinerator are Dulcinea and Protislaus!! Damn!!
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.
F*&k yeah!!
gravity arrested by the hands helpfully piling themselves up to reduce her fall to terrible from obituary.
Again with the preciseness
“Oh no,” she said, “heroics.”
Lol f*&k.
