Harrow would be tripping over herself for her whole existence, a frictionless hoop of totally fucking up.
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She prayed often. Her brain took refuge in rituals.
Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
A rubber-bodied toddler with a painted face and very red hair lay dead beside your knee and for some reason it was this that destroyed you, it was this that kindled within you something you had no hope of defending against. You howled in a purity of fright.
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Of such banality was grief made.
Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
Then you went under to make war on Hell. Hell spat you back out. Fair enough.
Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
“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.
Tamsyn Muir, Harrow the Ninth [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]
