The Vorrh (The Vorrh Trilogy Book 1)

And somewhere in that sickly trade, suspicion became woven into the fabric of trust.

I shaved long, flat strips from the bones of her legs. Plaiting sinew and tendon, I stretched muscle into interwoven pages and bound them with flax. I made the bow of these, setting the fibres and grains of her tissue in opposition, the raw arc congealing, twisting, and shrinking into its proportion of purpose. I removed her unused womb and placed

She said that it was for me, but never to follow.