Sumana Gupta

“Palamedes had focused nearly all his attention on writing, except at one point he’d looked Nona over and said, “Look at me like you’ve worked out how to kill me,” and then, “More eyebrows,” and then, “Good God, perfect. Do you know, I miss Harrow terribly.” Then he’d gone back to his letter.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“Dulcinea, with that strange face that was at once the twin to Cytherea’s and yet nothing like it, smiled an extraordinarily rueful little smile that never would have fit the Lyctor’s face.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“Nona moved over to give him a hug. She hugged him like Camilla would have, the one thing she was truly good at, and he fell into it immediately. He put his head on her shoulder and breathed in deep through his nose.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth

“What? What is that?”

“You just met God,” said Pyrrha.

“I didn’t like him,” said Palamedes.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Nona the Ninth