“The greenteeth had never told her that she was human, but it did not have the feel of a lie. She had never asked. The greenteeth had not told her. They had not cared. It was of no more importance than Fadeweed’s paleness or Reedbones’s speed. She was theirs; they were hers. The love of monsters was uncomplicated” I love when she talks about them and being under the river it feels cosy
— May 21, 2026 09:01AM
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