Top 200 Tamsyn Muir Quotes (2024 Update)
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201. “I guess I might as well die,” he concluded, something he now suggested hopefully at least three times a day.”

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202. “A blood ward is for those without imagination.”

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203. “Paul, practical, clasped one of her hands between them, and used the other to rub a rough section of black frieze over her sides to try to warm her up. “Okay. Don’t worry,” they said. Nona felt hot and cross. “I’ve just told you why I’m worried, in detail, and I think that matters quite a lot.”

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204. “Once Gideon had stopped laughing, leaning against the icy pillar and beating on it with her fist, she had to breathe long and hard in order to not crack up again.”

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205. “If they want to make you into a bad wizard, be a bad wizard. We can write the history books to say you were a good wizard. Or at least an okay wizard.”

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206. “Even in the long dark days she spent wholly alone – in the libraries, or in her laboratory, fingers burnt from handling fatty ashes – she would hear voices just out of her hearing, or see things in her periphery that were not there. It seemed to her that sometimes her hands would grasp her own throat and press up against her windpipe until she saw spots in her vision. She would see dangling ropes; she would forget where she was and wipe out a whole morning’s scholarship with false memory.”

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207. “It’s a horrible thing to fall out of sight.”

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208. “Today isn’t the day when we start to use one another’s bodies. Or tomorrow, or ever. We’re not barbarians.”

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209. “But have a go. Surprise me. My body is ready.”

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210. “Harrow, if you bother to remember anything from my ramblings, please remember this: once you turn your back on something, you have no more right to act as though you own it.”

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211. “IN THE DREAM, he told her the words about where he took his degrees, his postdoc, his research fellowship.”

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212. “If you don’t, it’s fine, nobody cares, it’s a random name in a novel about bonermancy.”

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213. “It is a drawing of the letter S” said the deep, solemn voice from over her shoulder, and she realized she had stopped midstride. “The letter in question is constructed from six short marks stacked vertically three by three. There are two triangles on the top and bottom. which, along with some diagonal strokes, form a calligraphic S.”

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214. “Crown was really very nearly pretty enough for Camilla.”

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215. “Hail to the Lady of the Ninth House,” warbled a voice delightedly, bringing the count of people who had ever been happy to see Harrow up to three.”

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216. “If any of the other Houses knew of what we’d done they would destroy us from orbit without a second’s thought.”

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217. “The message has two parts left, and you are looking at one of those parts. The name for this part of the message was ‘Aim’ when the message was passed to us through my forebear Emma Sen.”

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218. “Gideon was lolling behind Harrow, picking at her fingernails and staring at the pieces of paper, which had handwriting that was more like cryptography.”

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219. “Don’t worry, kiddie, she said tiredly. I’ll keep loving you – my problem is I don’t know how to stop.”

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220. “They only intervened if it looked like you might choke to death on your own vomit, a mercy that you always vaguely thought a shame.”

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221. “Come on, love. Guys as careful as me don’t have accidents.”

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222. “The skeletons aren’t reanimations, Ninth, they’re revenants: ghosts inhabiting a physical shell.”

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223. “The Master Warden found the idea of dying inconvenient.”

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224. “I find the idea comforting... that thousands of years after you’re gone... is when you really live. That your echo is louder than your voice.”

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225. “We’re all in this together,’ she said, which was a typically Fifth assumption. 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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226. “So what is the training, then – how to attain Lyctorhood?” The little priest looked at them again. “Well, I don’t know,” he said.”

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227. “Nona had kept giggling, and that got her told off because Harrowhark Nonagesimus didn’t giggle.”

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228. “They held out a lavender silk handkerchief.”

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229. “A tableau of magicians and their guardians revolved around the corpses.”

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230. “Her going full atria was perfectly over-the-top. The crew on your horrible flagships are always trying to martyr themselves whenever you so much as ask for an orange juice.”

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231. “Gideon rolled her eyes so hard that she felt in danger of twisting the optic nerve.”

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

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233. “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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234. “Evidence,” he said, “outweighs testimony.”

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235. “She had long since ascended to the rank of double douchebag.”

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236. “Which just goes to show that only getting to NCEA Level 2 isn’t going to stop you making waves in life, right. You can still eat steak, talk to wizards, and take down the government.”

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237. “In a way, it helped. Nothing added to your resolution to live so much as someone else suggesting that you die.”

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238. “You’re a smart girl, Harrowhark. You might turn some of that brain to the toughest lesson: that of grief.”

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239. “The blood all drained away from Gideon’s cheeks for some reason. The world spun off its axis. Bright spots sparked in her vision. She found herself saying, intelligently, “Mmf.”

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240. “She stood next to a skeleton whose arms were so full with bits of bone and lengths of tibia that it trailed chips like breadcrumbs. It was easy enough to stand beside it politely until the door opened, then to trip it up, then to step over it. She unsheathed her rapier with a silver whisper, slipping the knuckles of her left hand through the obsidian bands.”

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241. “Honesty, this is a matter of life.” The chain rattled and the door hesitated. “You’re s’posed to say ‘and death,’” he supplied. “I have started to not believe in the other one,” said Nona. “It’s stupid saying ‘and death’ when most of the people who die get up and walk around again. Maybe if I said ’a matter of life and double death.”

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242. “Please help me give them those reasons. We are done here. Let us all go to the bathroom. Dismissed, Ctesiphon-3, Troia cell.”

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243. “In her comic books, necromancers kissed the gloved palms of their front-liner comrades in blessed thanks for all that they did. In the comic books none of these adepts had heart disease, and a lot of them had necromantically uncharacteristic cleavage.”

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244. “As though the universe could withstand more holes; as though the fabric of the universe had not become a series of lacework cut-outs linked by the thin, snappable joins of those who remained. Could the pattern sustain itself, with such absences? Could she, who had once thought herself well-versed in absence, endure alone? The answer was so obviously no; she was not even ready to have the question put to her.”

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245. “Colum blinked. His necromancer did not. “I had heard that you were speaking now,” he said. “It seems a pity.”

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246. “It knocked Cytherea clean through the wall. The wall was already feeling pretty sorry for itself, and at this last insult it gave up entirely and collapsed, with a terrific rumble and crash of rock and brick and bursting glass slumping outward onto the garden terrace.”

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247. “You are banned from squatting in my lobes and my hippocampus. I don’t want you pushing all the furniture around in there.”

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