Nettle & Bone

by T. Kingfisher

“How did you get a demon in your chicken?” “The usual way. Couldn’t put it in the rooster. That’s how you get basilisks.”

I do not fear retribution; I fear what sort of person I would become by doing it.”

That our own flaws infuriate us in other people?

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

I’m surrounded by lunatics, and I love them all, but maybe we should be running anyway.