Starling House

by Alix E. Harrow

there were sharp teeth behind every smile, and bare bones waiting beneath the pretty skin of the world.

“the purpose of fantasy is not to make the world prettier, but to lay it bare.”[7]

I think dizzily that I know exactly why Icarus flew so high: when you’ve spent too long in the dark, you’ll melt your own wings just to feel the sun on your skin.