Nettle & Bone

by T. Kingfisher

Dogs, though … dogs were always true.

“It doesn’t do any good to be angry,”

Marra was not the girl that she had been. She was thirty years old, and all that was left of that girl now were the bones.

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

Nothing is fair. Nothing is right.

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.