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224 pages, Paperback
First published July 1, 2015
[I was] shut up in a silo with enough straw to stuff a legion of scarecrows. From the itching in my arms and the tickle in my nose, I apprehended a heretofore unknown but deeply personal reaction to straw. In sufficient quantities, and given enough time, the straw might actually murder me.
"I've a trade for your future." His voice was very soft. "'I'll spin you a king's ransom of gold tonight--in exchange for your firstborn child."
"[The king's] spawn?" I laughed balefully, remembering that hot, dry hand on my neck. "Take him! And take his father too, if you've a large enough sack."
"You barter the flesh of your flesh too complacently."
"No one cares about my flesh. It's not mine anymore. I'm not even me anymore."
...
"Your flesh," he murmured, rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "How can you say no one cares for it, when I would risk the wrath of two realms to spare it from harm?"