Nona the Ninth (The Locked Tomb, #3)

by Tamsyn Muir

She was dimly aware that she was not what anyone had wanted.

gave the impression that she had learnt a lot early in life and discovered late that it was no real good to her or anyone else.

Even if they all assured her that she was nothing to write home about, she could say, “Who cares? I can’t write,”

There was no bird song, but every so often there was the nice comfortable noise of a car backfiring.

“Because I like letting go of the pull-up bars and falling off,” she said. “I don’t like the part just before you let go and I don’t like the part where you hit the floor, but I like the letting go.”

She wondered again why anything that hurt them only hurt briefly, but that anger took such a long time to go away.

People say all kinds of things because it’s so easy to open your mouth and make words come out. It’s the doing that shows you what they are, and what they feel.”

In the end he wasn’t really talking to her. He was talking at her.

Either you’re the evil wizard and everyone wants to know what you think, or you’re the good wizard and nobody cares.

Camilla smiled at her. For that smile Nona would have lived, if she had had any say in the matter.

Coming out as a necromancer didn’t exactly win me the popular vote,

Mood

People don’t forgive, not really. Once they doubt, you’ve already lost them.

we were children—playing with the reflections of stars in a pool of water … thinking it was space.”

and hey, what’s like except a love that hasn’t been invited indoors?”