She answered the Emperor’s call (as if she ever had a choice). She arrived with her arts, her wits, her neverending death wish, and her only friend (not that she’d admit to that before it was all too late.) Oh, your cavaliers are young? And they fight? How classic! So jejune!-but that would not have been the wild and confident fuck-you of the Ninth House. The Ninth House character, she was forced to admit, had always been low on wild and confident fucks. In victory, […]
“As the sensation rose, you filled with contempt for a stranger’s insanity. You had enough of your own to contend with.”
Harrow the Ninth (The Locked Tomb #2) by Tamsyn Muir
