Snake-Eater

by T. Kingfisher

Copper gazed at her soulfully and attempted to convey that she had never been petted, not once, but would like to experience it.

Copper, having finished, indicated that she wished to make a new friend by banging her skull into the priest’s hand.

Love and terror could stand in for courage if need be.

The idea that something magical had attacked her was surreal enough, but that the attack had involved rayon was entirely too much. 131You could have a world of magic or a world with synthetic fabric, not both.

Or maybe, like Selena herself, she had thought that her place was to give and give until there was nothing left of her at all.

Dogs were supposed to be such great judges of character, but Copper was ruled entirely by her stomach.