“O corse of the Locked Tomb," you extemporized wildly. "Beloved dead, hear your handmaiden. I loved you with my whole rotten, contemptible heart―I loved you to the exclusion of aught else―let me live long enough to die at your feet." Then you went under to make war on Hell.” FantasyHellSpeechGothicHymnHarrowhark NonagesimusHarrowhawk Book:Harrow the Ninth Source: Harrow the Ninth
“Harrow said, with some difficulty: "I cannot conceive of a universe without you in it." "Yes you can, it's just less great and less hot," said Gideon." "Fuck you, Nav—” QueerGideonQueer LoveGideon The NinthHarrowHarrowhawk Book:Gideon the Ninth Source: Gideon the Ninth