"The Horrid Glory of its Wings" by Elizabeth Bear. (that's me)
“Speaking of livers,” the unicorn said, “Real magic can never be made by offering up someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back. The true witches know that.”
—Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn*
(Read the story behind the fake cut)
I want to use this painting for everything I ever write again.
ETA: please comment over there if you want anybody involved in the story other than me to see the comment. *g*
*That's my favorite book, if you didn't know.