Hemlock & Silver

by T. Kingfisher

That extra half inch seemed somehow anti-monarchist.

Cutting someone’s heart out is a very specific process, after all. You’d have to get quite far along before it was distinguishable from mere stabbing.

“Wait, what are you going to wear?” “I had planned on wearing clothes, but I am open to suggestions.”

Maybe the point of gods and saints is that they can make the monstrous choices that people can’t.

People make pilgrimages to the big Toad shrine to the west of Four Saints mostly to ask for wealth, which is also His domain, but more than a few go to ask for regularity. (I am not here to judge. In the course of testing things on myself, I’ve had more than one occasion to beg for Saint Toad’s intervention.)