" Ultimate power - and posters of my face."Īll I can say is : don't go in expecting to understand anything. I absolutely did not become the eighth saint to serve the King Undying so could play hero for me." No one else could put me through this nonsense and have me asking for more. I was confounded, confused, and having a crazy good time anyway. Truly, I had no idea what was happening because while I understood the words I was reading, and there were familiar characters and faces, even some familiar-ish events. Also because this book is over five hundred pages of who even fucking knows. In a scarily similar recreation of my reading experience with GIDEON THE NINTH, this book took me forever to get through because of slumps, work, life, the world, etc. " You're certain that tried to kill Harrow?"
Like, what, even is that? Huh? Seriously? How dare. " What the fuck is going on?" <– what a mood I would rather have my own digestive acid dripped into my eyes."Īnd by that I mean no one confuses me so utterly, for so long, in such devastating ways, only to give me exactly what I want, and then completely messes with my mind, all over again, by the final pages of the book.
I would rather be flayed alive and wrapped in salt. " I would rather have my tendons peeled from my body, one by one, and flossed to shreds over my broken bones. " I could protect you, if you'd only ask me to." Sealed in the gothic gloom of the Emperor's Mithraeum with three unfriendly teachers, hunted by the mad ghost of a murdered planet, Harrow must confront two unwelcome questions: is somebody trying to kill her? And if they succeeded, would the universe be better off? Side-by-side with a detested rival, Harrow must perfect her skills and become an angel of undeath - but her health is failing, her sword makes her nauseous, and even her mind is threatening to betray her. Harrowhark Nonagesimus, last necromancer of the Ninth House, has been drafted by her Emperor to fight an unwinnable war. Nothing is as it seems in the halls of the Emperor, and the fate of the galaxy rests on one woman's shoulders. She arrived with her arts, her wits, and her only friend.Īfter rocking the cosmos with her deathly debut, Tamsyn Muir continues the story of the penumbral Ninth House in Harrow the Ninth, a mind-twisting puzzle box of mystery, murder, magic, and mayhem. Harrow the Ninth, the sequel to Gideon the Ninth, turns a galaxy inside out as one necromancer struggles to survive the wreckage of herself aboard the Emperor's haunted space station.
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