All the Murmuring Bones

by A.G. Slatter

but things done ill always leave echoes and stains behind.

but there’s only so much small magics can do.

If I know anything for certain it’s that neither love nor hate is ever simple.

Just hang on to whatever’s solid, Óisín would say, but it took me a long time to realise he meant I had to rely on myself: I was the only solid thing in that angry sea.

‘Stories are history, whether they’re true or not,’

Some folk make a point of not visiting pain on others when it’s been done to them; most people, though, think it’s their due to inflict a little of their own agony.

And a trace of a tale is all that’s needed to find your way in the