Nettle & Bone

by T. Kingfisher

Perhaps she might have built a man out of bones, but she had no great love of men any longer. Dogs, though … dogs were always true.

Then again, few humans were truly worth the love of a living dog. Some gifts you could never deserve.

the history of the world was written in women’s wombs and women’s blood and she would never be allowed to change it.

“It’s a fool’s errand and we’ll probably all die,” said the dust-wife. “Oh, well then,” said Fenris. “I always enjoy those.”

Who wants to hear the dull practical bits? Me. I do. It would make me feel less like I am failing.

Nothing is fair, except that we try to make it so. That’s the point of humans, maybe, to fix things the gods haven’t managed.