The sorceresses coming to take little bits of peoples’ hearts is a standard in the kingdom. Crops flourish, birthing mothers, animal or human, never die, and achingly beautiful women in impossible carriages show up and pull tiny bits of your heart out of your chest. That’s how the magic is powered in the kingdom, and that’s how it has been for as long as Foss Butcher has been alive, and that is how it seems it will always be. One other constant is that Foss […]
“I thought I was allowed to moon after a boy, as the others did, and to have fantasies of posies dropped on my doorstep and pebbles thrown at my window at night. That was when I was younger, before I realized I was not really a woman but something more like a mule or a laying hen—for use but not for adoration.”
A Harvest of Hearts by Andrea Eames
