Not for the Faint of Heart

by Lex Croucher

Clem, on the other hand, looked like a trussed chicken with hair. It wasn’t the sort of first impression one liked to make on childhood heroes.

Since it had all gone so wrong for Clem early in life, she’d been pretty good at going with the flow, because she knew better than anyone that there was no point fighting it. Things would happen to you, both great and very terrible. You might as well make the most of them, when you could.

It wasn’t like they were friends, exactly, but they were currently all being boiled in the same pot, which inspired a certain amount of camaraderie.

“Nobody’s going to want to be in your secret club if you make it sound so terminally unfun.”

She didn’t throw herself at people who weren’t going to catch her,