Our Bookseller says:
“One flesh, one end, bitch.”
Gideon the Ninth dares to ask the question: what happens when you pair up a buff, gay, swordswoman and necromancer/high priestess of a death cult/walking talking war crime? Then it answers that question: THEY KICK ASS AND TAKE NAMES.
There’s a lot going on in this book, and a lot to love as a result. It’s intensely genre-savvy, blending high fantasy with space opera with blink-and-you-miss-it pop culture references, speaking to Muir’s skill at crafting a rock-solid aesthetic. There are glimpses of all sorts of inspiration: the goth angst of Ginger Snaps, the high-concept worldbuilding of Homestuck (which Muir wrote fanfic of, because of course), the slick dark emotion of My Chemical Romance, but the end result is entirely unique and more than a little maximalist. Then there’s the prose. God, the prose! Sometimes it’s so purple it’s black. It’s like if Tolkien wore leather jackets and smoked weed. I find myself saying character names out loud to myself, just delighting in how they feel. HA-row-hark. Noh-nah-guess-i-mus (closest to “moose”).
I whole-heartedly recommend it to anyone looking for a high octane thrill ride that’s equally at home soundtracked to doom metal as it is 100 gecs. Utterly outrageous. – Terry
Brought up by unfriendly, ossifying nuns, ancient retainers, and countless skeletons, Gideon is ready to abandon a life of servitude and an afterlife as a reanimated corpse. She packs up her sword, her shoes, and her dirty magazines, and prepares to launch her daring escape. But her childhood nemesis won’t set her free without a service.
Harrowhark Nonagesimus, Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House and bone witch extraordinaire, has been summoned into action. The Emperor has invited the heirs to each of his loyal Houses to a deadly trial of wits and skill. If Harrowhark succeeds she will become an immortal, all-powerful servant of the Resurrection, but no necromancer can ascend without their cavalier. Without Gideon’s sword, Harrow will fail, and the Ninth House will die.
Of course, some things are better left dead.