Smart, Snarky 'Gideon The Ninth' Swears Her Way Through The Stars
Tamsyn Muir's new novel is a sci-fi-horror-fantasy-romance mashup that's entirely its own thing, full of snark and darkness, sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, and unexpectedly heartbreaking.
In the myriadic year of our lord — the ten thousandth year of the King Undying, the kindly Prince of Death! — Gideon Nav packed her sword, her shoes and her dirty magazines, and she escaped from the House of the Ninth.
In the Eternal Record of great opening lines, that one is ... up there. It's not at the top because it's a little weird, a little long, a little clunky and oddly punctuated. It can't compete with punchier, pithier, more highly polished openers, but who would want to? That isn't a front-row line. It
