If Gideon is an iron-pumping, sweaty, sexy workout and Harrow is a cold shower of blood and bone dust, Nona is a soft towel and a massage. Yes, there is someone in Harrow’s body who is not Harrow, but she’s soft and funny and loyal and perfectly, effervescently Nona. Sure, there’s a conflict brewing between the Lyctors and their Emperor Undying, with Resurrection Beasts on the horizon and rebel factions plotting their next move. But Nona’s planning her birthday party, goddamnit!

This book—this series—is a blessing. Let go and let Jod.