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)

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

Rage was only useful if you were allowed to do anything with it