Postcard Print - One Flesh, One End.

She pressed her mouth to the place where her nose met the bone of her frontal sinus, and the sound that Harrow made embarrassed them both.

“Too many words,” said Gideon confidentially. “How about these: One flesh, one end, bitch.”

The Ninth House necromancer flushed nearly black. Gideon tilted her head up and caught her gaze: “Say it, loser.”

“One flesh, one end,” Harrow repeated, fumblingly, and then could say no more.

- Gideon the Ninth, by Tamsyn Muir

• 4 x 6” Postcard Size Print
• Matte full-bleed color print