Angela

“You know I don’t give a damn about the Locked Tomb, right? You know I only care about you,” she said in a brokenhearted rush. She didn’t know what she was trying to say, only that she had to say it now.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“The new bone sprang avidly to meet your fingers, as though you were lovers joining hands after a long time apart. Your role with the bones was more guide than artist. The artistry would come at this point, and you warned her: “This will hurt.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth

“It didn’t take long for Gideon to finish, as in any case she hadn’t much bothered to chew. She stared with glassy eyes at Camilla the Sixth’s plate—Camilla, who had finished most of hers, rolled her eyes and pushed her leftovers to Gideon. This was an act for which she was fond of Camilla forever after.”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth

“Don’t talk to anybody. “Guess I won’t talk to … any body,” said Gideon, but then read on:”
― Tamsyn Muir, Gideon the Ninth