Gideon the Ninth

Gideon the Ninth

by Tamsyn Muir

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Overview

Gideon the Ninth is a USA Today Best-Selling Novel, and one of the Best Books of 2019 according to NPR, the New York Public Library, Amazon, BookPage, Shelf Awareness, BookRiot, and Bustle! This edition features EXCLUSIVE NEW CONTENT, including a glossary, character dossiers, and more!

“Unlike anything I’ve ever read. ” —V.E. Schwab

“Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted gothic palace in space!” —Charles Stross

“Deft, tense and atmospheric, compellingly immersive and wildly original.” —The New York Times

The Emperor needs necromancers.

The Ninth Necromancer needs a swordswoman.

Gideon has a sword, some dirty magazines, and no more time for undead nonsense.

Tamsyn Muir’s Gideon the Ninth unveils a solar system of swordplay, cut-throat politics, and lesbian necromancers. Her characters leap off the page, as skillfully animated as arcane revenants. The result is a heart-pounding epic science fantasy.

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 be 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.

THE LOCKED TOMB TRILOGY
BOOK 1: Gideon the Ninth
BOOK 2: Harrow the Ninth
BOOK 3: Alecto the Ninth

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781250313195
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 09/10/2019
Series: The Locked Tomb Trilogy , #1
Pages: 448
Sales rank: 6,102
Product dimensions: 5.80(w) x 8.40(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

TAMSYN MUIR is the bestselling author of the Locked Tomb Trilogy, which begins with Gideon the Ninth, continues with Harrow the Ninth, and concludes with Alecto the Ninth. Her short fiction has been nominated for the Nebula Award, the Shirley Jackson Award, the World Fantasy Award and the Eugie Foster Memorial Award. A Kiwi, she has spent most of her life in Howick, New Zealand, with time living in Waiuku and central Wellington. She currently lives and works in Oxford, in the United Kingdom.

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CHAPTER 1

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.

She didn't run. Gideon never ran unless she had to. In the absolute darkness before dawn she brushed her teeth without concern and splashed her face with water, and even went so far as to sweep the dust off the floor of her cell. She shook out her big black church robe and hung it from the hook. Having done this every day for over a decade, she no longer needed light to do it by. This late in the equinox no light would make it here for months, in any case; you could tell the season by how hard the heating vents were creaking. She dressed herself from head to toe in polymer and synthetic weave. She combed her hair. Then Gideon whistled through her teeth as she unlocked her security cuff, and arranged it and its stolen key considerately on her pillow, like a chocolate in a fancy hotel.

Leaving her cell and swinging her pack over one shoulder, she took the time to walk down five flights to her mother's nameless catacomb niche. This was pure sentiment, as her mother hadn't been there since Gideon was little and would never go back in it now. Then came the long hike up twenty-two flights the back way, not one light relieving the greasy dark, heading to the splitoff shaft and the pit where her ride would arrive: the shuttle was due in two hours.

Out here, you had an unimpeded view up to a pocket of Ninth sky. It was soupy white where the atmosphere was pumped in thickest, and thin and navy where it wasn't. The bright bead of Dominicus winked benignly down from the mouth of the long vertical tunnel. In the dark, she made an opening amble of the field's perimeter, and she pressed her hands up hard against the cold and oily rock of the cave walls. Once this was done, she spent a long time methodically kicking apart every single innocuous drift and hummock of dirt and rock that had been left on the worn floor of the landing field. She dug the shabby steel toe of her boot into the hard-packed floor, but satisfied with the sheer improbability of anyone digging through it, left it alone. Not an inch of that huge, empty space did Gideon leave unchecked, and as the generator lights grumbled to half-hearted life, she checked it twice by sight. She climbed up the wire-meshed frames of the floodlights and checked them too, blinded by the glare, feeling blindly behind the metal housing, grimly comforted by what she didn't find.

She parked herself on one of the destroyed humps of rubble in the dead centre. The lamps made lacklustre any real light. They explosively birthed malform shadow all around. The shades of the Ninth were deep and shifty; they were bruise-coloured and cold. In these surrounds, Gideon rewarded herself with a little plastic bag of porridge. It tasted gorgeously grey and horrible.

The morning started as every other morning had started in the Ninth since the Ninth began. She took a turn around the vast landing site just for a change of pace, kicking absently at an untidy drift of grit as she went. She moved out to the balcony tier and looked down at the central cavern for signs of movement, worrying porridge from her molars with the tip of her tongue. After a while, there was the faraway upward clatter of the skeletons going to pick mindlessly at the snow leeks in the planter fields. Gideon saw them in her mind's eye: mucky ivory in the sulfurous dim, picks clattering over the ground, eyes a multitude of wavering red pinpricks.

The First Bell clanged its uncanorous, complaining call for beginning prayers, sounding as always like it was getting kicked down some stairs; a sort of BLA-BLANG ... BLA-BLANG ... BLA- BLANG that had woken her up every morning that she could recall. Movement resulted. Gideon peered down at the bottom where shadows gathered over the cold white doors of Castle Drearburh, stately in the dirt, set into the rock three bodies wide and six bodies tall. Two braziers stood on either side of the door and perpetually burned fatty, crappy smoke. Over the doors were tiny white figures in a multitude of poses, hundreds to thousands of them, carved using some weird trick where their eyes seemed to look right at you. Whenever Gideon had been made to go through those doors as a kid, she'd screamed like she was dying.

More activity in the lowest tiers now. The light had settled into visibility. The Ninth would be coming out of their cells after morning contemplation, getting ready to head for orison, and the Drearburh retainers would be preparing for the day ahead. They would perform many a solemn and inane ritual in the lower recesses. Gideon tossed her empty porridge bag over the side of the tier and sat down with her sword over her knees, cleaning it with a bit of rag: forty minutes to go.

Suddenly, the unchanging tedium of a Ninth morning changed. The First Bell sounded again: BLANG ... BLA-BLANG ... BLABLANG ... Gideon cocked her head to listen, finding her hands had stilled on her sword. It rang fully twenty times before stopping. Huh; muster call. After a while came the clatter of the skeletons again, having obediently tossed down pick and hoe to meet their summons. They streamed down the tiers in an angular current, broken up every so often by some limping figure in vestments of rusting black. Gideon picked up her sword and cloth again: it was a cute try, but she wasn't buying.

She didn't look up when heavy, stumping footsteps sounded on her tier, or for the rattle of rusting armour and the rusty rattle of breath.

"Thirty whole minutes since I took it off, Crux," she said, hands busy. "It's almost like you want me to leave here forever. Ohhhh shit, you absolutely do though."

"You ordered a shuttle through deception," bubbled the marshal of Drearburh, whose main claim to fame was that he was more decrepit alive than some of the legitimately dead. He stood before her on the landing field and gurgled with indignation. "You falsified documents. You stole a key. You removed your cuff. You wrong this house, you misuse its goods, you steal its stock."

"Come on, Crux, we can come to some arrangement," Gideon coaxed, flipping her sword over and looking at it critically for nicks. "You hate me, I hate you. Just let me go without a fight and you can retire in peace. Take up a hobby. Write your memoirs."

"You wrong this house. You misuse its goods. You steal its stock." Crux loved verbs.

"Say my shuttle exploded. I died, and it was such a shame. Give me a break, Crux, I'm begging you here — I'll trade you a skin mag. Frontline Titties of the Fifth." This rendered the marshal momentarily too aghast to respond. "Okay, okay. I take it back. Frontline Titties isn't a real publication."

Crux advanced like a glacier with an agenda. Gideon rolled backward off her seat as his antique fist came down, skidding out of his way with a shower of dust and gravel. Her sword she swiftly locked within its scabbard, and the scabbard she clutched in her arms like a child. She propelled herself backward, out of the way of his boot and his huge, hoary hands. Crux might have been very nearly dead, but he was built like gristle with what seemed like thirty knuckles to each fist. He was old, but he was goddamn ghastly.

"Easy, marshal," she said, though she was the one floundering in the dirt. "Take this much further and you're in danger of enjoying yourself."

"You talk so loudly for chattel, Nav," said the marshal. "You chatter so much for a debt. I hate you, and yet you are my wares and inventory. I have written up your lungs as lungs for the Ninth. I have measured your gall as gall for the Ninth. Your brain is a base and shrivelled sponge, but it too is for the Ninth. Come here, and I'll black your eyes for you and knock you dead."

Gideon slid backward, keeping her distance. "Crux," she said, "a threat's meant to be 'Come here, or ...'"

"Come here and I'll black your eyes for you and knock you dead," croaked the advancing old man, "and then the Lady has said that you will come to her."

Only then did Gideon's palms prickle. She looked up at the scarecrow towering before her and he stared back, one-eyed, horrible, baleful. The antiquated armour seemed to be rotting right off his body. Even though the livid, over-stretched skin on his skull looked in danger of peeling right off, he gave the impression that he simply wouldn't care. Gideon suspected that — even though he had not a whit of necromancy in him — the day he died, Crux would keep going anyway out of sheer malice.

"Black my eyes and knock me dead," she said slowly, "but your Lady can go right to hell."

Crux spat on her. That was disgusting, but whatever. His hand went to the long knife kept over one shoulder in a mould-splattered sheath, which he twitched to show a thin slice of blade: but at that, Gideon was on her feet with her scabbard held before her like a shield. One hand was on the grip, the other on the locket of the sheath. They both faced each other in impasse, her very still, the old man's breath loud and wet.

Gideon said, "Don't make the mistake of drawing on me, Crux."

"You are not half as good with that sword as you think you are, Gideon Nav," said the marshal of Drearburh, "and one day I'll flay you for disrespect. One day we will use your parts for paper. One day the sisters of the Locked Tomb will brush the oss with your bristles. One day your obedient bones will dust all places you disdain, and make the stones there shine with your fat. There is a muster, Nav, and I command you now to go."

Gideon lost her temper. "You go, you dead old dog, and you damn well tell her I'm already gone."

To her enormous surprise he wheeled around and stumped back to the dark and slippery tier. He rattled and cursed all the way, and she told herself that she had won before she even woke up that morning; that Crux was an impotent symbol of control, one last attempt to test if she was stupid enough or cowed enough to walk back behind the cold bars of her prison. The grey and putrid heart of Drearburh. The greyer and more putrid heart of its lady.

She pulled her watch out of her pocket and checked it: twenty minutes to go, a quarter hour and change. Gideon was home free. Gideon was gone. Nothing and nobody could change that now.

* * *

"Crux is abusing you to anyone who will listen," said a voice from the entryway, with fifteen minutes to go. "He said you made your blade naked to him. He said you offered him sick pornographies."

Gideon's palms prickled again. She'd sat back down on her awkward throne of rocks and balanced her watch between her knees, staring at the tiny mechanical hand that counted the minutes. "I'm not that dumb, Aiglamene," she said. "Threaten a house official and I wouldn't make toilet-wiper in the Cohort."

"And the pornography?"

"I did offer him stupendous work of a titty nature, and he got offended," said Gideon. "It was a very perfect moment. The Cohort's not going to care about that though. Have I mentioned the Cohort? You do know the Cohort, right? The Cohort I've left to enlist in ... thirty-three times?"

"Save the drama, you baby," said her sword-master. "I know of your desires."

Aiglamene dragged herself into the small light of the landing field. The captain of the House guard had a head of melty scars and a missing leg which an indifferently talented bone adept had replaced for her. It bowed horribly and gave her the appearance of a building with the foundations hastily shored up. She was younger than Crux, which was to say, old as balls: but she had a quickness to her, a liveliness, that was clean. The marshal was classic Ninth and he was filthy rotten all the way through.

"Thirty-three times," repeated Gideon, somewhat wearily. She checked back on her clockwork: fourteen minutes to go. "The last time, she jammed me in the lift. The time before that she turned off the heating and I got frostbite in three toes. Time before that: she poisoned my food and had me crapping blood for a month. Need I go on."

Her teacher was unmoved. "There was no disservice done. You didn't get her permission."

"I'm allowed to apply for the military, Captain. I'm indentured, not a slave. I'm no fiscal use to her here."

"Beside the point. You chose a bad day to fly the coop." Aiglamene jerked her head downward. "There's House business, and you're wanted downstairs."

"This is her being sad and desperate," said Gideon. "This is her obsession ... this is her need for control. There's nothing she can do. I'll keep my nose clean. Keep my mouth shut. I'll even — you can write this down, you can quote me here — do my duty to the Ninth House. But don't pretend at me, Aiglamene, that the moment I go down there a sack won't come down over my head and I won't spend the next five weeks concussed in an oss."

"You egotistical foetus, you think our Lady rang the muster call just for you?"

"So, here's the thing, your Lady would set the Locked Tomb on fire if it meant I'd never see another sky," Gideon said, looking up. "Your Lady would stone cold eat a baby if it meant she got to lock me up infinitely. Your Lady would slather burning turds on the great- aunts if she thought it would ruin my day. Your Lady is the nastiest b —"

When Aiglamene slapped her, it had none of the trembling affrontedness Crux might have slapped her with. She simply backhanded Gideon the way you might hit a barking animal. Gideon's head was starry with pain.

"You forget yourself, Gideon Nav," her teacher said shortly. "You're no slave, but you'll serve the House of the Ninth until the day you die and then thereafter, and you'll commit no sin of perfidy in my air. The bell was real. Will you come to muster of your own accord, or will you disgrace me?"

There was a time when she had done many things to avoid disgracing Aiglamene. It was easy to be a disgrace in a vacuum, but she had a soft spot for the old soldier. Nobody had ever loved her in the House of the Ninth, and certainly Aiglamene did not love her and would have laughed herself to her overdue death at the idea: but in her had been a measure of tolerance, a willingness to loosen the leash and see what Gideon could do with free rein. Gideon loved free rein. Aiglamene had convinced the House to put a sword in Gideon's hands, not to waste her on serving altar or drudging in the oss. Aiglamene wasn't faithless. Gideon looked down and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and saw the blood in her saliva and saw her sword; and she loved her sword so much she could frigging marry it.

But she also saw her clock's minute hand ticking, ticking down. Twelve minutes to go. You didn't cut loose by getting soft. For all its mouldering brittleness, the Ninth was hard as iron.

"I guess I'll disgrace you," Gideon admitted easily. "I feel like I was born to it. I'm naturally demeaning."

Her sword-master held her gaze with her aged hawk's face and her pouchy socket of an eye, and it was grim, but Gideon didn't look away. It would have made it somewhat easier if Aiglamene had made a Crux out of it and cursed her lavishly, but all she said was: "Such a quick study, and you still don't understand. That's on my head, I suppose. The more you struggle against the Ninth, Nav, the deeper it takes you; the louder you curse it, the louder they'll have you scream."

Back straight as a poker, Aiglamene walked away with her funny seesawing walk, and Gideon felt as though she'd failed a test. It didn't matter, she told herself. Two down, none to go. Eleven minutes until landing, her clockwork told her, eleven minutes and she was out. That was the only thing that mattered. That was the only thing that had mattered since a much younger Gideon had realised that, unless she did something drastic, she was going to die here down in the dark.

And — worst of all — that would only be the beginning.

* * *

Nav was a Niner name, but Gideon didn't know where she'd been born. The remote, insensate planet where she lived was home to both the stronghold of the House and a tiny prison, used only for those criminals whose crimes were too repugnant for their own Houses to rehabilitate them on home turf. She'd never seen the place. The Ninth House was an enormous hole cracked vertically into the planet's core, and the prison a bubble installation set halfway up into the atmosphere where the living conditions were probably a hell of a lot more clement.

(Continues…)


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Gideon the Ninth 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 12 reviews.
Anonymous 11 months ago
This story has the best bones
Anonymous 7 months ago
The duality in Gideon the Ninth is breathtaking. I would highly recommend everyone give this a read. It's refreshing to see two female protagonists take on the world together, in all of their twisted ways. This wonderful book, in all of its glory, is best summed up by the juxtaposition of the following phrases:"upsetting biceps""twinkling with a magnitude usually reserved for dying stars"Seriously, give it a read. The one-liners alone are worth the money.
BooksnKisses 7 days ago
REVIEW PROVIDED BY: Kelly NUMBER OF HEARTS: 3 3/4 Where to begin with this book? Let’s start with the cover. Is this not one of the most amazing book covers you have ever seen? If you buy the hardback the edges of all the pages are black (sigh). It looks amazing on my shelf, I am looking forward to getting the other two books in the trilogy too. Okay on to the story. It took me a long time to get into this story and I mean a very long time. At about 50% I was finally feeling the story. At 60% I was hooked. The story took a long time to develop. There were many times that I was confused over who was who and everyone’s nicknames for each other. I think what made it hard to get into is that you don’t know the history of the world or the characters right away. It is a slow trickle of information in the book. But the one character that I loved from the start was Gideon. Everyone loves an underdog. Gideon is great! I loved her sassiness and forwardness. And with the ending of Gideon the Ninth...... Well I can’t tell you that. But overall I did enjoy this necromancers sci-fi story. I am looking forward to Harrowhawk the Ninth. Disclaimer: I purchased this book and this review is my own opinion and not a paid review.
Kara Hughes 3 months ago
This is simultaneously one of the funniest and most heart-rending books I have ever read, so I'm going to go and buy copies for all my friends, and then sit down to read it again.
Heather Arnold 3 months ago
Lesbian necromancers in space. Exploring a haunted castle. I cannot believe you'd want MORE to throw this book on your to-read shelf. We've got a lot on our plates here: Gideon Nav and Harrowhark Nonagesimus were raised together, albeit in much different conditions. Gideon was in abject poverty as a servant of the Ninth House; Harrow is the revered daughter of the Ninth. Yet they were the only two children of their house in quite a while. Then the Ninth House (among the other Houses in the universe) receives a letter stating that they are needed in the Undying Emperor's Canaan House to compete in a series of trials. If they win, if they survive, they will be made a lyctor; losing means the Ninth House falls into oblivion. Both women will need not only their wits to survive, but the ability to put aside their own differences for the continued survival of their House. So into Canaan House they go. And I loved every bit of it. Gideon was sassy, snarky, strong, fun. Harrow was snarky, strong, fun, but their voices were unique. Usually I find that authors have a hard time pulling that off. The mystery was kinda fantastic too. So they're brought to this old decaying house where a lot of forgotten and mysterious necromancy is in use, and one by one they begin dying off. And you care. Everyone was equally weird, but cool; you didn't wanna see them die. The villain was epic. And we have to talk about the Third's actions. I need the next book, STAT. I'm dying without it
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NovelKnight 6 months ago
This book, friends. This freaking book. Gideon the Ninth was on my radar for a while. Lesbian necromancers in space? How can you NOT want to read that?! But I was also a bit leery because I haven't had the best luck with sci-fi lately. I'm pleased to say that this book was a definite win, though, and now one of my recommended must-read titles for the year! A solid mix of fantasy and sci-fi, Gideon the Ninth follows the gruff fighter Gideon who seeks freedom from her mistress before they both end up in the middle of a murder mystery risking both their lives. To be perfectly honest, I wasn't hooked at the beginning. It took about 10-15% of the book before I started falling into it. There's a lot happening, a lot of names to keep track of, a lot of world-building to piece together. Muir created a world meant for exploration but we don't necessarily get the time to do that as Gideon and the Ninth House necromancer Harrow fly off to a new planet to compete for the chance at greatness. At this point I expected it to take on a sort of Hunger Games-esque vibe with eight houses competing to achieve the title Lyctor (basically make themselves super freaking powerful) but instead it was mostly a puzzle to solve which I liked a lot more. I never felt like Gideon the Ninth fit a single mold or trope. Every time I thought it would go one direction, things would shift in another. Now Harrow is better than Gideon at puzzles, by the way, but you're in Gideon's head for this book so that became a bit of an interesting struggle. And then we go full-on murder mystery, necromancers and their cavaliers dying one after the next. It was good... really good. So good I don't really know how to describe it.  Gideon the Ninth is a confusing book at times but I found that once I let the world wash over me so I was in the moment with Gideon, I couldn't put it down. The pacing kept the story moving at a good pace without flying through so quickly the reader is left in the dust. Gideon's sarcastic nature and wit, not to mention her questionable morals, made her not only a protagonist I wanted to follow but also see succeed at the end. Her soon-to-be partner in crime Harrowhark is an altogether different creature but really she's just been bottling a lot of emotions up and I loved watching her shell slowly crack until the two of them stopped their ridiculous arguing and developed a relationship. So no complaints plot-wise, action was awesome. Loved the world-building. Then Muir comes in and wrecks EVERYTHING (in the most spectacular way) in the last 10-20 pages of the whole freaking book. I. Died. There was a lot of swearing involved. And mental throwing of books across the room. Essentially Muir ensured you will immediately need the sequel as soon as you finish Gideon the Ninth. Be prepared. In all seriousness, it's been hard for me to talk about this book because it's intricate and confusing and lovely and dark and gritty and weirdly romantic at times and I just... I loved it. One of my new favorite adult SFF titles, hands down, and I can't recommend it enough!
Melissa_W 6 months ago
So, the Bookternet started screaming about Gideon the Ninth back in, oh, February? and Tor was nice enough to hook a girl up with a digital galley which I inhaled immediately. The hook for this book was "lesbian necromancers in space" so I was like "YES PLEASE NOW HOW DOES THIS WORK." Caveat: they are in actual space for about 5 pages (going from one planet to the other) and I wasn't quite sure about Gideon's or Harrow's sexual orientation until about two-thirds through the book (I was sure Gideon would have shagged anything not wearing Ninth House-Goth robes if it meant getting off that planet and Harrow I had down as asexual, since sexual desire is more of a fleshly (read: human) thing and not within her exalted purview as an exemplary bone witch and the Reverend Daughter of the Ninth House) but yes, so many necromancers. And is necromancy an art, or magic, or a science? Depending on the House specialty in this world, it could be any of those three. My review: WHAAAAAAAATTTT IS THIS ENDING AND WHEEEEEEEEEERE CAN I FIND THE NEXT BOOK *cries in Why Are Trilogies* I mean, Gideon is now my favorite snarky, ginger, trashweasel and I loved how Muir played Gideon and Harrow off each other. They take strips off each other for fun - Harrow is better at this than Gideon - but at the end of the day they really have only each other. The supporting characters were so fun (my heart, the Pents). I loved Muir's world-building with all the many different types of necromancy. Also: swordfighting. I wouldn't want to live in this world (ew, so many reanimated skeletons) but it was so much fun to read. I do have a trigger warning for a discussion of suicide in the past. And it goes without saying that a necromancer's world is full of all the ways one can die violently and be brought back to life, so this is a violent book at times. And now I must wait until Muir finished the next book. *plots*
A_Fantasy_Reader 8 months ago
This is my favorite new book/series in AGES—and it's like nothing else: the language of Peake, the wild worldbuilding of... I don't even know, Gene Wolfe?, a plot that apes Agatha Christie in the best way, and a prose style that perfectly melds together high fantasy and low internet. Read it, read it, read it.
Anonymous 9 months ago
Suspenseful, funny, and heartbreaking. The best battled and women warriors maybe ever. Hyperbole but only kind of.
taramichelle 10 months ago
The premise for Gideon the Ninth sounded amazing - lesbian space necromancers? I was sold on those three words alone. And this book is that. But it’s also so much more. Gideon the Ninth is a space opera meets locked room murder mystery meets coming of age story. I loved the different aspects of it and how Muir executed the mystery so masterfully. Both Gideon and Harrow grew on me and I cannot wait to see where their story goes next. I also loved the world-building, it was so fresh and unique. But I wish it had been a little bit clearer, particularly the history of these people and the houses. I think there’s definitely a good chance that we’ll find out the answers to these questions in the sequel though. I had some trouble getting into this one at first just because there were so many different people, all of whom had at least two different names that were frequently used. Gideon the Ninth was so close to being a five star read for me. I will absolutely be picking up the sequel, I can’t wait to see what happens next. I’d recommend this one if you’re looking for a dark fantasy or science fiction novel! If you don’t usually read science fiction but the fantasy aspects sound good, I would still give this one a shot, I think it will surprise you. *Disclaimer: I received an advance copy of this book for free from the publisher. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
taramichelle 10 months ago
The premise for Gideon the Ninth sounded amazing - lesbian space necromancers? I was sold on those three words alone. And this book is that. But it’s also so much more. Gideon the Ninth is a space opera meets locked room murder mystery meets coming of age story. I loved the different aspects of it and how Muir executed the mystery so masterfully. Both Gideon and Harrow grew on me and I cannot wait to see where their story goes next. I also loved the world-building, it was so fresh and unique. But I wish it had been a little bit clearer, particularly the history of these people and the houses. I think there’s definitely a good chance that we’ll find out the answers to these questions in the sequel though. I had some trouble getting into this one at first just because there were so many different people, all of whom had at least two different names that were frequently used. Gideon the Ninth was so close to being a five star read for me. I will absolutely be picking up the sequel, I can’t wait to see what happens next. I’d recommend this one if you’re looking for a dark fantasy or science fiction novel! If you don’t usually read science fiction but the fantasy aspects sound good, I would still give this one a shot, I think it will surprise you. *Disclaimer: I received an advance copy of this book for free from the publisher. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.