Agnese

“Gideon winked at her increasingly agitated companion. She said, sotto voce: “But then you couldn’t have admired … these,” and whipped on the glasses she’d unearthed back home. They were ancient smoked-glass sunglasses, with thin black frames and big mirrored lenses, and they greyed out Harrow’s expression of incredulous horror as she adjusted them on her nose.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“The blood all drained away from Gideon’s cheeks for some reason. The world spun off its axis. Bright spots sparked in her vision. She found herself saying, intelligently, “Mmf.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“While we were developing common sense, she studied the blade.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“So she said, “The arms kind of looked like swords. I want to fight it.” “You want to fight it.” “Yep.” “Because it looked … a little like swords.” “Yop.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth