““I have horns. Horns! And, honestly, they’re the least of my problems. Corpse bloat, stitched-shut lips, and dark-ringed, milk-blind eyes, glowing in the night. A crest of long, flame orange feathers in place of hair. More feathers on the outside of my forearms and down the back and inside of my thighs. And those wings. I look like the bastard child of a vulture and a bonfire. This is what I look like. Minus some recent additions—the stitches, the ruined eyes, the scars—this is what I’ve always looked like. And somehow I’d just… forgotten.””
