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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Aug 15

Then everything changed, abruptly, forever. Harrowhark fell in love.

The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Aug 4

“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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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Aug 2

Then she counted, and at the end of five counts there was Pyrrha at the door saying, “Ah, my darling hearts, my sleeping babes, Daddy’s own treasures,” and Camilla saying without opening her eyes, “Go to bed. I just got her to sleep.”
Nona fell asleep and was happy.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Aug 2

I KISSED YOU AND LATER I WOULD KISS HIM TOO BEFORE I UNDERSTOOD WHAT YOU WERE, AND ALL THREE OF US LIVED TO REGRET IT—BUT WHEN I AM IN HEAVEN I WILL REMEMBER YOUR MOUTH, AND WHEN YOU ROAST DOWN IN HELL I THINK YOU WILL REMEMBER MINE

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Aug 2

“You’re a nice girl,” the Lyctor said. “I had a nice girl as a cavalier too … once. She died for me. What can you do?”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 14

You know the worst part? She cried. She and A— both cried. In each other’s arms, like babies. They were so fucking scared. And I was right there, and I couldn’t do piss. Everything I was and everything I had done, and I couldn’t do a damned thing.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 14

Magnus said quickly: “Jeanne said to tell Gideon hi. If you see her before we do—”
“Though try not to with any great hurry,” said the Fifth spirit-caller.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 14

“Or—you can go back home again,” he said. “I have not assumed you’ll
agree with me. I will not force you or buy you. I will keep covenant with
your House whether you come with me or stay at home.”
Harrow said, “We can’t go home again.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 13

“Have you been eating sand again?”
“I haven’t eaten sand in months,” Nona protested, then more truthfully: “Weeks,” and more truthfully than that: “One week.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 12

There was no betrayal of any emotion on his face: not the surprise that had dawned over his heavy-lidded eyes earlier, nor anger, nor even dissatisfaction. He caught your gaze. You held his.
And the Saint of Duty lifted his lit cigarette to you in an unmistakable salute.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 12

Harrow said—
“I cannot do this.”
“You already did it,” said Gideon. “It’s done. You ate me and rebuilt me.
We can’t go home again.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 11

Ulysses was for a dog my nana had when I was a child. I worshipped that dog. He was the bravest dog I’d ever met. Half Chihuahua, half pug. Nan called him Ulysses S. Grunt. Died from eating too much pizza. The dog, I mean. Nan died of pneumonia when I was a teenager.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 11

Looking deep into the eyes of the cavalier she murdered, you realised, not for the first time, and not willingly, that Ianthe Tridentarius was beautiful.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 10

He smiled, and with that strange alchemy he was made lovely,
his grey eyes bright and clear. Palamedes entered the sickroom.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 9

P— said I looked like a Māori TV Pink Panther. C— said I looked like Edward Cullen from that old Twilight movie, if Edward Cullen had the body of a history teacher. A— said I looked cool. He was the only one.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jul 9

Why, your fist is so big, and my butthole is so small.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jun 10

Gideon almost felt sorry for her: hood and paint and robes on the priesthood around her had put her off dinners at the same age. But the teen stuck her awful courage to its sticking place, breathed out hard through her teeth, and blurted very quietly:
“Ninth ... how big are your biceps?”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Jun 9

“She has lovely hair. And when she hugs you she smells like cinnamon, and her breasts feel nice, and she’s so big and pretty.”
Palamedes looked at her, and then he took the notepad out of Camilla’s capacious pockets. Nona despaired: there was always a tick somewhere if she mentioned breasts.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · May 18

She dug her hands into the mattress and she cried for Gideon Nav.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · May 17

Harrow said, “But you’re God.”
And God said, “And I am not enough.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Apr 19

He took the knife and he scored her finger, saying, “Not much longer,” and he pressed her own bloody finger to her cool and bloody mouth, and he said, “Don’t look back. Whatever you do, don’t look back,” and they huddled their heads together, they rested their heads on each other’s shoulders.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Apr 19

“I am not perfection yet, when it comes to meat,” you said. “I’m not saying I wouldn’t be close … but you want something I can’t give. Nor is it something I’m prepared to give. Being honest, I am mildly disgusted you asked. Is there soup left in the kitchen?”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Apr 19

Her cavalier tried the door marked Response, but it wouldn’t move and
there didn’t seem to be a conventional touchpad. Harrow said, “It won’t
open like that, Nav. Come with me, and don’t touch anything.”
Gideon went with Harrow and did not touch anything.

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Apr 19

He demanded: “Tell me how to do it, and I’ll do it.”
Camilla said, “Go loud.”

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The Locked Tomb Bot @thelockedtomb.bsky.social · Apr 19

“But you might do it,” she said, softly. You saw her looking at the necklet of bone that peeked out from the collar of your shirt, the top of your homebrew exoskeleton. “You could do it, Harrowhark. And maybe I’d even let you, seeing as we’re comrades-in-arms. Seeing as we’re intimates.”

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