Enjoyable fairy tale of a Queen's daughter who is trying to save her sister from her malicious prince.
Dog made of bones.
Not as exciting as Katherine Arden, but a fun read.
Marra caressed the hollow orbits, delicately winged in wire. Everyone said that the heart was where the soul lived, but she no longer believed it. She was building from the skull downward. She had discarded several bones already because they did not seem to fit the skull.
People were remarkably willing to dismiss their own sight. Marra thought perhaps that the world was so strange and vision so flauwed that you soon realized that anything and everything could be a trick of the light.
The middle sister, Kania, was only two years older than Marra. They shared a mother but no goodwill.
"I hate you," said twelve-year-old Kania, though gritted teeth, to ten-year-old Marra. "I hate you and I hope you die."
Marra carried the knowledge that her sister hated her snugged up under her ribs. It did not touch her heart, but it seemed to fill her lungs, and sometimes when she tried to take a deep breath, it caught on her sister's words and left her breathless.
