Clara

“I have tried to dismantle you, Gideon Nav! The Ninth House poisoned you, we trod you underfoot—I took you to this killing field as my slave—you refuse to die, and you pity me! Strike me down. You’ve won. I’ve lived my whole wretched life at your mercy, yours alone, and God knows I deserve to die at your hand. You are my only friend. I am undone without you.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“But Gideon was experiencing one powerful emotion: being sick of everyone’s shit.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“My angel," Carold said. "Flung out of space.”
― Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

“He had the eyes of a very beautiful person, trapped in resting bitch face.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth