Gideon lives on a cold, dark planet among the aging remnants of a monastic death cult, and she is fuckin' over it. Join her as she grudgingly accepts her only chance of escape - acting as swordswoman cavalier for her nemesis Harrowhark Nonagesimus as they explore a haunted research mansion while trying to outwit and outfight the other contestants in this necromantic battle royale.
This book is hilarious and elegant and heart-rending in ways I didn't expect, and it's all held together by ectoplasm and bone shards and a foul mouthed, obstinate woman who just wants to bash things with her broadsword.
