Hemlock & Silver

by T. Kingfisher

I had succeeded in pushing off my fears until later. Now later had arrived, and I wasn’t somehow magically equipped to deal with it. Poor planning on my part, clearly.

“Is this witchcraft, then?” “I don’t believe in witchcraft,” I said primly. “There’s always an explanation if you’re willing to study it.” I paused, then admitted, “I grant you, the explanation on this one is taking me a while.”

(This is not to say that there aren’t kind and loyal and humble cats out there. There probably are. I’m just saying that even the nicest cat in the world thinks it’s funny when you fall down the stairs.)