Your Blood, My Bones

by Kelly Andrew

He could have told her she was dead wrong—that he’d studied her for so long, for so many years, that he knew her like a sailor knew the sea. That he felt the shifts in her moods the way a lightkeeper’s knees ached before a storm.

“You can’t run from the things you fear. Instead, invite them to your table. Sit with them awhile. Look them in the eye. You will find they are not as big as they seem, and you are not as small as you think.”