Mother Marrow narrows her eyes at me. “So you’re going to use this bridle from the Court of Teeth? I’d like to see it. Grimsen made such interestingly awful things.” “You’re welcome to have a look,” I say. “I’m supposed to tie my own hair to it.” She snorts. “Well, don’t do that. If you do that, you’ll be bound along with the serpent.” You will be bound together. The rage I feel is so great that for a moment, everything goes white, like a strike of lightning where the thunder is just behind it.
