T. Kingfisher

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 history of the world was written in women’s wombs and women’s blood

everywhere’s dangerous if you’re foolish about it

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.

The man was carrying a shovel. Marra eyed it warily. Shovels were good for burying dead bodies, and also for making bodies dead in the first place.

the history of the world
was written in women’s wombs and women’s blood and she would never be allowed to change it