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“In the myriadic year of Our Lord--the ten thousandth year of the King Undying, the kindly Prince of Death!--Gideon Nav packed her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and she escaped from the House of the Ninth.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“As though the universe could withstand more holes; as though the fabric of the universe had not become a series of lacework cut-outs linked by the thin, snappable joins of those who remained. Could the pattern sustain itself, with such absences? Could she, who had once thought herself well-versed in absence, endure alone? The answer was so obviously no; she was not even ready to have the question put to her.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Whenever you’re ready,” I said. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll keep the home fires burning.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“The past beats inside me like a second heart.”
― John Banville, The Sea