The Familiar

by Leigh Bardugo

some people brought misery with them like weather,

There is a fine line between a saint and a witch,

There was nothing more dangerous than a woman with a pen in her hand.

Language creates possibility. Sometimes by being used. Sometimes by being kept secret.

Even queens must fear their kings,

“I still meet grief in sudden places, when I least expect it. A familiar song. A smell from the kitchen. Then there it is. An enemy that can’t be bested.”

life lived hungry could lead you to eat from anyone’s hand.