T. Kingfisher

I felt like the only other living person on earth was my dad, up north, and the world was empty except for the two of us who had to deal with what my grandmother had left behind.

I hoped like hell he was friendly, because he could probably break me in half with one hand. You think things like this when you’re a woman and there’s nobody around to hear you scream.

It was just that if I laughed, it wasn’t serious.

Bongo’s nose is far more intelligent than the rest of him, and I believe it uses his brain primarily as a counterweight)

it was because there was another city down there, and people just kept on building upwards as the canals rose, so the

basement floors were really the roofs and ceilings of old houses.

can magic bread, Your Grace. Make dough rise, or keep the muffins from burning, or make sure they come out of the pan clean. Just bread, though. I can’t do anything but bread

The joy of finding one was crushed easily under the sorrow of so many that would go unused

Then again, few humans were truly worth the love of a living dog.

Hate, like love, was apparently complicated.