linovadraws:

“Too many words,” said Gideon confidentially. “How about these: One flesh, one end, bitch.”

The Ninth House necromancer flushed nearly black. Gideon tilted her head up and caught her gaze: “Say it, loser.”

“One flesh, one end,” Harrow repeated, fumblingly, and then could say no more.

My mood the last month has been “*sighs dreamily about Gideon the Ninth*”. Please, please, how can I wait eight months until Harrow the Ninth??

[image description: an illustration of the scene excerpted from Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir. Harrow and Gideon stand in water that reaches their elbows. Their foreheads are touching. One version includes the dialogue, one is without.]