Please Excuse My Deer Antler Sally.
They killed her in the autumn of a haunted year, seeking her out in her hidden place where no one dared to go. But hunger drives men to dark things, and after they ate their fill they threw her shining bones in the pit at the edge of their farm – a graveyard for all manner of beasts they had taken and consumed. She waited there, because old things like her don’t die, not really. Instead, she created herself anew out of what she found. A bouquet of bones. She walked at night, making her way into half-remembered dreams. On the anniversary of her desecration, she took the child of one who had hunted her, sweeping the little body into the pit and adding the b...