Bah

[cdybedahl]

Do you know what's really irritating? It's when a hook line suddenly pops fully formed into your head, and you have no idea what story it belongs to, but you'd really like to know?

In the nameless days between the Year of the Willow and the Year of the Burning Moon, Nara was given her drumsticks made from her foster-mother’s thighbones.

Comments

[watervole]

Sounds like Iain BAnks ought to write it. (and me not to read it)

[katlinel]

I've been re-reading some of Marion Zimmer Bradley's Sword and Sorceress anthologies recently, and that line makes me think of the stories in those.