Top 250 Tamsyn Muir Quotes (2026 Update)
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51. “Then we’re all dead, Nav, but let’s bring hell first,′ said Harrow. Gideon looked over her shoulder at her, and caught the Reverend Daughter’s smile. There was blood sweat coming out of her left ear, but her smile was long and sweet and beautiful. Gideon found herself smiling back so hard her mouth hurt.”

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52. “Someday I’ll marry that girl,” she said aloud. “It might be good for her.” And: “Probably not, though.”

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53. “I didn’t think this was the time for dirty talk, but I can roll with it,” she said. “Choke me, Daddy.”

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54. “Why was I born so attractive?” “Because everyone would have throttled you within the first five minutes otherwise,” said her necromancer.”

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55. “The Sixth House owes Pyrrha Dve everything barring tenure.”

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56. “So we’re talking about ghosts, and liminal spaces, and hell,” Ianthe said. Ianthe always wanted everything brought back to liminal spaces and hell, as though her rooms were not enough.”

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57. “Once you’ve stepped in, said the voice in the back of her head, you’re in. This isn’t the Hokey Pokey.”

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58. “Sounds like the start of a joke, right? Two scientists, an engineer, a detective, a lawyer, and an artist walk into a bar to help me become God.”

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59. “Ask me how I am and I’ll scream,” she said. “How are you,” said Camilla, who was a pill. “I see you calling my bluff and I resent it,” said Gideon.”

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60. “Sextus,” she said, as though to a very stupid child, “your necromancer is wounded.”

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61. “Yes, well, jail for Mother,” I said.”

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62. “And the other child said: Then perish.”

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63. “Oh, this is boring,” Gideon had said in disappointment. “I wanted one with a skull puking another, smaller skull, and other skulls flying all around. But tasteful, you know?”

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64. “What a waste of a woman, to have ended her life at the bottom of a ladder.”

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65. “Idiot.” Harrowhark’s voice was distant and full of badly suppressed adrenaline. “Here. Take this veil.” Gideon kept mopping at her eyes. “I’m all good.” “I said put it on. I’m not having you struck blind when the door opens.” “I came prepared, my sweet.” “What are you even saying half the time –.”

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66. “The House of the First had been abandoned, and breathlessly waited to be used by someone other than time.”

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67. “There had been another girl who grew up alongside Harrow – but she had died before Harrow was born.”

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68. “My necromancer and I always liked you... and hey, what’s like except a love that hasn’t been invited indoors?”

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69. “He gave the impression of being the guy fun sought out for death.”

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70. “Why are you not appeased? That is how meat loves meat.”

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71. “Abigail Pent has been interfered with and opened up.” “Please elaborate opened up, because my imagination is better than your description and I am not having a lot of fun here,” said Gideon.”

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72. “Suffice to say, all pushing, gripping, finger-inserting and pressing was in vain. It was locked as damn.”

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73. “I understand you didn’t ask on purpose, but I like to think that there was a grain in your soul that saw yourself in need, and perhaps thought to itself, I wish I had Abigail Pent.”

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74. “You’ve got two scientists and an engineer and a nun and a lawyer and a banker and a cop and an artist. That’s not a defence force, that’s a cop and six different kinds of nerd.”

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75. “You cut up an onion, burn it at the bottom of the pot, put in a few vegetables, and then some meat. It won’t taste like anything, so put in a few teaspoons of salt, and then it’ll taste like a few teaspoons of salt.”

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76. “Love is a revenant, and it accumulates love-stuff to itself, because it is homeless otherwise.”

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77. “Alas. I have a bad personality and a stupefying deficit of attention.”

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78. “What do Marta the Second, Naberius the Third, Jeannemary the Fourth, Magnus the Fifth, Camilla the Sixth, Protesilaus the Seventh, Colum the Eighth, and Gideon the Ninth all have in common?” You could have heard a hair flutter to the floor. Everyone stared, poker-faced, in the thick ensuing silence. Magnus looked pleased with himself. “The same middle name,” he said.”

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79. “He sighed and said, “We had the internet. We decided to stream.” She said, “What is this internet?” And he said, “See, I did make a utopia.”

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80. “I died knowing you’d hate me for dying; but Nonagesimus, you hating me always meant more than anyone else in this hot and stupid universe loving me. At least I’d had your full attention.”

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81. “He didn’t even ask me to explain. That was the kind of guy he was. He and I had grown up on the same street. I’d spotted him for mince pies all the time as kids, so stands to reason he let me cut off his arm and carried a nuke for me.”

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82. “She was consumed. She was the kindling for the arson taking place in her heart, her brain dry wadding for the flames, her soul so much incandescent gas. She could not do this. She absolutely and fundamentally could not do this.”

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83. “You didn’t have your original thumb and I’d touched your intestines, which is usually what, fourth date, but you were fine.”

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84. “I intend to take on the habit myself! Cigarettes! On a space station! What a power play.”

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85. “If you think anything I did, I did to make her love me, then you don’t know anything about her and me. I’m her cavalier, dipshit! I’d kill for her! I’d die for her! I did die for her. I’d do anything she needed, anything at all, before she even knew she needed it. I’m her sword, you pasty-faced Coronabeth-looking knock-off.”

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86. “His frailty made his unearthly handsomeness all the more ephemeral,’ et cetera, et cetera, the word mewled fifteen pages later, the word nipple one page after that?”

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87. “She more correctly climbed down into love, picked its locks, opened its gates, and breached its inner chamber.”

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88. “I could never stop you from loving anything. I don’t have the right. Nobody has the right to tell you who to love or who not to love, and equally nobody’s obliged to love you. If you were forced into loving them, it wouldn’t be love...”

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89. “Ortus wasn’t made in his mould. Coupling him to Harrow had been rather like yoking a doughnut to a cobra.”

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90. “That I’m beautiful?” said Nona. “No. About the Angel. The Angel’s worried.” “Okay,” said Nona. “Stay on the grounds today,” said Hot Sauce. “When you take Noodle.”

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91. “I need you to hide my infirmity,” said Harrowhark. “You see, I am insane.”

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92. “Your tolerance for man-eating magma fish would have been tested sorely by anyone who was not God. His divinity earned God, you thought, about sixty more seconds.”

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93. “Every so often she wondered if she had, in fact, kicked the bucket and this was her afterlife: wandering empty halls with a half-naked, chastened Harrowhark Nonagesimus who had no recourse but to be gentle with her, handling her as though at any moment she would explode into wet confetti giblets.”

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94. “Your only settings were power-vomit and murder.”

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95. “It felt so easy to be good when you were happy.”

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96. “As befits a Ninth House metre, enneameter is long, ponderous, clunky, and sucks.”

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97. “Love between a necromancer and cavalier is vital to differentiate them from a soldier’s love of the Emperor: they are carrying out a personal devotion that beautifies both types of adoration.”

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98. “It’s all right,” someone was saying, over the noise. “You’re all right. Gideon, Gideon... you’re so young. Don’t give yourself away. Do you know, it’s not worth it... none of this is worth it, at all. It’s cruel. It’s so cruel. You are so young – and vital – and alive. Gideon, you’re all right... remember this, and don’t let anyone do it to you ever again. I’m sorry. We take so much. I’m so sorry.”

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99. “Don’t hypothetically shove stuff up my butt again,” said Gideon, “it never does any good.”

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100. “As I’ve been told tiresomely often, a half-cocked version of something is significantly worse than not being cocked at all.”

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