#listen. this book has rewritten my neural pathways

[mimimireads]

▸ Gideon is the one true poet of her generation ◂

In order to prove this statement here are some examples of when her eloquence shone so brightly it blinded everyone in a three kilometre radius (obs.: this is not an exhaustive list):

Harrow was sprawled on a sofa spread with tattered brocade, robes abandoned, scrawny black-clad legs crossed at the ankles. In Gideon’s mind she looked like an evil stick. ☠️ Chapter 5

He had a necromancer build. Pale silk fluttered from his slim shoulders. He gave the impression of being the guy fun sought out for death. ☠️ Chapter 10

Gideon stood in the centre of the training room, and for a second that emasculated minutes, she and Harrowhark looked at each other. ☠️ Chapter 11

“You spent this whole time counting doors?” “This calls for rigor, Nav.” “Maybe rigor … mortis,” said Gideon, who assumed that puns were funny automatically. ☠️ Chapter 13 (She's right btw. Another example of her unacknowledged brilliance)

“I—I did not want to hurt you, Griddle! I didn’t want to disturb your—equilibrium.” “Harrow,” said Gideon, “if my heart had a dick you would kick it.” ☠️ Chapter 31

Honourable mention because fuck you, I guess:

“One flesh, one end,” said Gideon, and it was a murmur now, on the very edge of hearing. ☠️ Chapter 37