greg’s Reviews > Nona the Ninth > Status Update

“I don’t know what you are yet, but you know what I am, so … stay put, Sext.”

“It’s Paul,” said Paul.

“I respect that, but can’t admire it,”

“Just Paul.”

“Just watch us.”

“One, that’s not going to work. Two, I fucking hate needles,” said the corpse. “Three—Sex Pal, if that’s how you get a lady’s pants off, holy shit, no wonder I stole your girl.”

“I am a Lyctor now… I have seen, as the poets would put it, some shit”

“You’re not a good woman, Tridentarius.”
“Not my name anymore, and none of us are good,” said Crown. “Except for Nona, of course.”
“Thanks,” said Nona, deeply flattered.”

“Palamedes, what do you think is sexy?”

“Those little outfits nurses wear,” said Palamedes promptly.

So Camilla had been lying, after all.

He said, Told M— that. Huge mistake. She was like, Oh my God, you’re drinking, aren’t you. You’re on amphetamines. You are on coke. You are on amphetamines and coke. I was all, Yeah … Coke Zero. She didn’t laugh. I laughed.