Filip

“One for the Emperor, first of us all; One for his Lyctors, who answered the call; One for his Saints, who were chosen of old; One for his Hands, and the swords that they hold. Two is for discipline, heedless of trial; Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile; Four for fidelity, facing ahead; Five for tradition and debts to the dead; Six for the truth over solace in lies; Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies; Eight for salvation no matter the cost; Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Being unexpectedly loved is so wonderful or terrible, isn’t it?”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“Camilla and Palamedes were loved by Nona, said Paul. Pyrrha was loved by Nona. It’s finished, it’s done. You can’t take loved away.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“Don’t worry, kiddie, she said tiredly. I’ll keep loving you—my problem is I don’t know how to stop.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth