Top 200 Tamsyn Muir Quotes (2024 Update)
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101. “He was narrow shouldered with long, long arms, and she was beginning to believe that he was not simply a douchebag who used lip balm, but a douchebag who used lip balm and had a very long reach.”

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102. “Someone’s been having fun in here,” said Gideon. Harrow shot her a look but did not enforce the vow of silence. “Yes,” she said. “Me.”

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103. “Don’t start the ‘I was toying with her, mwa ha ha’ noise, because I won’t believe it. Your plan backfired, Tridentarius. You’ve got the sickness. I know the signs of Nonagesimitis. You were all lined up for a big hot injection of vitamin H.”

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104. “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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105. “I mean it, If Camilla wants someone dead,” he said, “then far be it from me to stand in her way. All I can do at that point is watch the bloodshed and look for a mop. One flesh, one end, and all that.”

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106. “They do not have to enjoy each other’s society; they must simply take their togetherness as assumed. The cavalier who will not sleep in the same room as their necromancer must question themselves as to why. Their love is the love that fears only for the other: the love of service on both sides.”

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107. “I might lie down and see if this fixes itself,” I suggested.”

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108. “The ashes in the incinerator had been raked out and combed over, and the confirmation that they were human remains was not illuminating. The surviving necromancers had gathered around a bowl of them, and they had all pounced on it like a bowl of peanuts at a party.”

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109. “Then she said, ‘When you don’t have it too badly – when you can live to maybe fifty years – when your body’s dying from the inside out, when your blood cells are eating you alive the whole time... it makes for such a necromancer, Gideon the Ninth. A walking thanergy generator. If they could figure out someway to stop you when you’re mostly cancer and just a little bit woman, they would!”

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110. “Certainly not. Like everything else in this ridiculous conglomeration of cooling gas, it’s perfectly explicable, I just need to explic-it.”

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111. “While we were developing common sense, she studied the blade.”

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112. “Gideon had never had the opportunity to study Camilla’s two short swords before: they were more like very long daggers, slightly curved at each end, wholly utilitarian. They glittered clean and hot beneath the soggy light of the kitchen; she marched back toward the door to the dining hall.”

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113. “My body is ready.”

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114. “I must no longer accept,” she said slowly, “being a stranger to you.”

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115. “I think ‘bone frenzy’ might be a term open to coarse misinterpretation, personally.”

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116. “As for your instruction here, this is what the First House asks of you.” The room drew breath together – or at least, all the necromancers did, alongside a goodly proportion of their cavaliers. Harrow’s knuckles whitened. Gideon wished that she could flop into a seat or take a sly nap. Everybody was poised in readiness for the outlined syllabus, and scholarship made her want to die.”

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117. “But now this benighted vision stood before its natural predator, the Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House.”

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

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119. “Through a window somewhere high up, the sunbeams poured down dust in golden torrents.”

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120. “I’ve got a perfectly baseless assumption, and every scholar knows that this is where you begin.”

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121. “The nuns tried their best, but a few minutes later it was confirmed that one of the hermits had died of shock, and everyone around him celebrated his sacred good fortune.”

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122. “The Ninth didn’t think anyone was in anything together, or if they were, they all had to disperse as soon as humanly possible to avoid splash damage.”

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123. “Fear doesn’t help us achieve a state of grace; it deafens the heart.”

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124. “This won’t work,” she said. “I’ve never had to work with something so small before.” “That’s what she said,” murmured Gideon, sotto voce.”

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

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126. “Stop that. I need you listening, not racking your brain for rare negatives.”

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127. “Harrowhark smiled. This smile was unusual too: it betokened conspiracy, which was normal, except that this one invited Gideon to be part of it. Her eyes glowed like coals with sheer collusion. Gideon didn’t know if she could handle all these new expressions on Harrow: she needed a lie down.”

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128. “She did not know what made Ortus Ortus. He was a mystery too boring to solve.”

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129. “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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130. “He said: When they called me up and said the cryo project was over she looked at me and she just said, There they go, John.”

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131. “You were an unfilled hole, but even a hole might be content in its emptiness.”

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132. “The grey and putrid heart of Drearburh. The greyer and more putrid heart of its lady.”

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133. “Harrow was too amazed by her body’s expanding capacity for despair. It was as though her feeling had doubled even as she looked at it, unfolding, like falling down an endless flight of stairs. She dug her hands into the mattress and she cried for Gideon Nav.”

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134. “As Harrow smouldered with hatred, Gideon began to enjoy herself.”

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135. “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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136. “We press down the hand of a clock, to try to stop it from ticking the last second.”

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137. “Nona leant into her and said, “Thanks. I love you too, Camilla,” and: “Do you know who I am yet?”

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

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139. “A head start,” said her necromancer, “is the only advantage one can claim by choice.”

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140. “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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141. “She applied to the Vatican to argue about whether or not it was a miracle because I’d been baptised. Didn’t mention that I’d only gone to Parachute ’cause of the underage drinking.”

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142. “A Tupperware container is only as good as it’s lid.”

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143. “And in the dream he rubbed his temple with his thumb and said: “You always say that, Harrowhark.”

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144. “Menudo alivio debieron de sentir tus padres cuando murieron – dijo Gideon en voz alta.”

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145. “You’re not waiting for her resurrection; you’ve made yourself her mausoleum.”

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146. “She got the depression. She lay in her cell, picking at life like it was a meal she didn’t want to eat.”

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

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148. “Now we kick her ass until candy comes out,” said Gideon. “Oh, damn, Nonagesimus, don’t cry, we can’t fight her if you’re crying.”

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149. “Harrowhark was pleased because everything was coming up Harrowhark.”

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150. “But maybe we shouldn’t,” she said, holding the eyelids to that little slit-watching the widening white crack, watching the river water pound it into the place where it wanted to be even if the River itself didn’t. “If we end here, it’ll be just like... a bad dream, won’t it? And maybe we’ll wake up somewhere else. I know we won’t,” she explained, “but we don’t have to know that... maybe if we all go, it’ll be quick.”

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