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Use small words on me so I can use smaller words on him. Somebody start.”
“But Gideon was experiencing one powerful emotion: being sick of everyone's shit. She unsheathed her sword. She slid her gauntlet over her hand, and tightened the wrist straps with her teeth. And she looked over her shoulder at Harrowhark, who was apparently breaking out of a blue funk to experience her own dominant emotion of "oh no, not again." Gideon silently willed her necromancer to put her knucklebones where her mouth was and, for the first time in her life - for the first real time - do what Gideon needed her to do.
And Harrowhark rose to the occasion like an evening star.”
― Gideon the Ninth
And Harrowhark rose to the occasion like an evening star.”
― Gideon the Ninth
“She wouldn't wish love on anyone. It was the guest you welcomed and then couldn't be rid of.”
― Six of Crows
― Six of Crows
“You couldn’t spell obligation if I shoved the letters up your ass.”
“I gotta say, I don’t think that would help,” said Gideon. “God, I’m glad you didn’t teach me my spelling.”
― Gideon the Ninth
“I gotta say, I don’t think that would help,” said Gideon. “God, I’m glad you didn’t teach me my spelling.”
― Gideon the Ninth
“Gideon the Ninth, first flower of my house.”
― Gideon the Ninth
― Gideon the Ninth
“Look,” said Harrowhark.
No murder, sorrow, or fear could ever touch Harrow Nonagesimus. Her tired eyes were alight. A lot of her paint had peeled away or been sweated off down in the facility, and the whole left side of her jaw was just grey-tinted skin. A hint of her humanity peeked through. She had such a peculiarly pointed little face, high browed and tippy everywhere, and a slanted and viscious mouth. She said irascibly, “At the key, moron, not at me.”
The moron looked at the key, but did give her the middle finger.”
― Gideon the Ninth
No murder, sorrow, or fear could ever touch Harrow Nonagesimus. Her tired eyes were alight. A lot of her paint had peeled away or been sweated off down in the facility, and the whole left side of her jaw was just grey-tinted skin. A hint of her humanity peeked through. She had such a peculiarly pointed little face, high browed and tippy everywhere, and a slanted and viscious mouth. She said irascibly, “At the key, moron, not at me.”
The moron looked at the key, but did give her the middle finger.”
― Gideon the Ninth
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