There was silence, except for Camilla’s ragged breathing and the lieutenant’s tiny, half-amazed gasps. Then Jeannemary said, “Hot dog.”
[id: a digital painting of a scene from Gideon the Ninth, depicting Camilla and Palamedes. Pal is a young white man with dark curly hair, gray eyes, dark gray robes, and round glasses. Cam is a young brown woman with shoulder length dark hair, she’s wearing a dark gray robe, and wielding a knife and a rapier. at the top of the drawing there’s a frame with Palamedes saying “Cam”, and at the bottom there’s one with Pal pushing his glasses up, and they’re shining like an anime character’s. he’s grinning and saying “Go loud.” /end id]
the evolution of gideon describing harrow smiling in gideon the ninth: a comprehensive collection
Then Harrow cocked her head to the side like a quizzical bird and smiled a tiny, contemptuous smile. (Chapter 2)
The necromancer could not hide a triumphant smile. It stretched her mouth and made her split lips bleed. The sight was incomparably creepy. (Chapter 14)
Harrow’s lips curled. They showed her teeth, stained slightly pink with blood. She smiled again—slower than before, just as terrible, just as strange. (Chapter 14)
Harrowhark smiled. This smile was unusual too: it betokened conspiracy, which was normal, except that this one invited Gideon to be part of it. Her eyes glowed like coals with sheer collusion. Gideon didn’t know if she could handle all these new expressions on Harrow: she needed a lie down. (Chapter 16)
A small, astonished smile creased her mouth. The smile transformed her face into an affliction of beauty that Gideon had heretofore managed to ignore. (Chapter 32)
Gideon looked over her shoulder at her, and caught the Reverend Daughter’s smile. There was blood sweat coming out of her left ear, but her smile was long and sweet and beautiful. (Chapter 36)
The Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House smiled, tiny and triumphant. Then she keeled into Gideon’s arms. Gideon stumbled, sick with terror, kneeling them both down to the ground as Harrow lay like a broken rag doll. She forgot her sword, forgot everything as she cradled her used-up adept. She forgot the wrecked ligaments in her sword arm, her messed-up knee, the cups of blood she’d lost, everything but that tiny, smouldering, victorious smile. (Chapter 36)
i will be over in the corner crying and you all are welcome to join me
I felt the tidal wave of the emotions you feel as a slow crescendo while readin Gideon The Ninth in the 45 seconds it took me to read through this post and lemme tell you, these hopeless idiots are gonna give me a stroke
just the fact that you can see a complete enemies to lovers arc just by reading seven short quotes of one person describing the others smile…
i get so mad when i hear things scuttling inside the walls. like yeah yeah we get it…youre a creature. you dont need to rub it in my face that youre capable of scuttling
would much like to point out that the people publishing these articles are trying to needle millennials into treating gen z with the same disgusting vitriol we were treated with.
don’t buy it.
our younger brothers and sisters might eat a tide pod and get us blamed for it, but we have more in common with them than we ever had with boomers or gen x.
they are terrified of the things we can do together. remember that.
