Sarah Grant

“No,” said Crown. “I’m boobs and hair and talk and a hell of a sword hand.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“She got the depression. She lay in her cell, picking at life like it was a meal she didn’t want to eat.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“So I brought them into the room with the bodies and I was all, Let me introduce you to … Ulysses. Let me introduce you to … Titania. He thought about it and added, I better say that it was Titania from Midsummer, Shakespeare, but Ulysses was for a dog my nana had when I was a child. I worshipped that dog. He was the bravest dog I’d ever met. Half Chihuahua, half pug. Nan called him Ulysses S. Grunt. Died from eating too much pizza. The dog, I mean. Nan died of pneumonia when I was a teenager.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“Buckle in,” said Paul.
Pyrrha tested and tightened the seatbelt over Nona’s arms, and asked, “How long were you planning this one?”
“They had a lot of rainy-day backup plans.”
“Yeah but— Paul?”
“Just Paul,” said Paul.
Crown suggested, “Paul… Hect?”
“Just Paul,” said Paul.
“U Lap,” said the corpse prince, from the back of the cabin.
“Thank you for your contribution,” said Paul.
“Aulp,” said the corpse prince.
“No,” said Paul.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth