Sarah Grant

“By the time we will have to answer for our intercell crimes, I will either be a conquering hero to whom everything is forgiven … or I will have to shoot myself. I will be disappointed if I must shoot myself, Hect. I have very often not had to shoot myself.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“You told me, Sleep, I’ll wake you in the morning.
I asked, What is morning? and you said, When everyone who fucked with me is dead.

When everyone we loved has gone or fled,
That’s morning. Empty’s just another word for clean.
Let’s put this first draft dream of mine to bed.

In the appointed hour
I’ll pull up your sheets. I’ll kill the light,
Lie down beside you; die; and sleep the night.

This time will be the time we get it right;
Forgiveness not so hard, nor anger long;
Our graves will be less deep, our lies less true

You held aloft the sword.
I still love y”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“But maybe we shouldn't," she said, holding the eyelids to that little slit-watching the widening white crack, watching the river water pound it into the place where it wanted to be even if the River itself didn't. "If we end here, it'll be just like ... a bad dream, won't it? And maybe we'll wake up somewhere else. I know we won't," she explained, "but we don't have to know that ... maybe if we all go, it'll be quick.”
― 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