Status Updates From The Beet Queen

…Fleur Pillager proceeded to knead, mold, and tap the floating splinters of my bones back into the shape of ankles, feeling her own from time to time to get the shape right. The packets I thought were flour were really plaster of Paris. Out of it she made my casts and shaped them with carved splinters from the only branch within a mile of the railroad rack, the apple branch, torn from an Argus tree...

On a cold spring morning in 1932 the train brought both an addition and a subtraction. They came by freight. By the time they reached Argus their lips were violet and their feet were so numb that, when they jumped out of the boxcar, they stumbled and scraped their palms and knees through the cinders.

My favorite character is gonna be mentioned like 12 times in my review

Karl gives me the craziest secondhand embarrassment

"I suppose most girls who had set their cap for a man would have despised him for looking at another, but I was different. It was Sita whom I wanted to kill.”

me type shit

defeminization of native women

help