“The trees were full of crows and the woods were full of madmen. The pit was full of bones and her hands were full of wires. Her fingers bled where the wire ends cut her. The earliest cuts were no longer bleeding, but the edges had gone red and hot, with angry streaks running backward over her skin. The tips of her fingers were becoming puffy and less nimble. Marra was aware that this was not a good thing, but the odds of living long […]
Review #5: Ursula Vernon does it again
Nettle & Bone by T. Kingfisher
