Tamsyn Muir

Gideon the Ninth

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“Unlike anything I've ever read. " —V.E. Schwab

“Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted gothic palace in space!” —Charles Stross

The Emperor needs necromancers.
The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman.
Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead bullshit.
Tamsyn Muir's Gideon the Ninth unveils a solar system of swordplay, cut-throat politics, and lesbian necromancers. Her characters leap off the page, as skillfully animated as necromantic skeletons. The result is a heart-pounding epic science fantasy.
Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won't set her free without a service.
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Quotes

  • Alison Reynosohas quoted9 days ago
    Two is for discipline, heedless of trial;

    Three for the gleam of a jewel or a smile;

    Four for fidelity, facing ahead;

    Five for tradition and debts to the dead;

    Six for the truth over solace in lies;

    Seven for beauty that blossoms and dies;

    Eight for salvation no matter the cost;

    Nine for the Tomb, and for all that was lost.
  • escape from the ordinaryhas quoted10 months ago
    IT WOULD HAVE BEEN neater, perhaps, if all of Gideon’s disappointments and woes from birth downward had used that moment as a catalyst: if, filled with a new and fiery determination, she had equipped herself down there in the dark with fresh ambition to become free. She didn’t. She got the depression.
  • escape from the ordinaryhas quoted10 months ago
    She gave a rather brusque hand-wave to the geriatric fan club behind her and they scattered: tottering, kissing the floor and rattling both their prayer beads and their unlubricated knee joints, disappearing into the darkness and down the tier.

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