There’s a brief scene in Harrow the Ninth where Harrowhark is warding her quarters with bits of her own organic material while “perched atop a ladder of skeletons” and I just couldn’t get this visual out of my cranium, I love these bonkers bone lesbians so frickin’ much
anyway, here is Harrow “funeral for a twig” Nonagesimus doing death cult magic on a tower of anatomically questionable skeletons inside a spaceship 4u
thank you Tamsyn Muir for this absolutely UNHINGED book series
Above [Harrow’s] head the rocky cathedral of the cave shone with a dismal heaven of luminescent worms, blinking softly on and off. They were all undead: revenant creatures and watchers, shifting restlessly forever on the rock of the Locked Tomb.
Harrow floundered, not toward the shore, but to the island in the centre—to the black mausoleum of glass and ice, sitting silently and reflectively beneath that sea of dead worms.
She passed beneath those pillars as she had as a child, followed the pathway she still traced in dreams. […] She walked into the mausoleum, and she approached the Tomb itself.
