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Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask — and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created." Jaenelle’s eyes widened. “You let her drink a ‘gravedigger’?” “No no no,” Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. “You shouldn’t ever drink a gravedigger until he’s had a bath.” She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her. “Mother Night,” Lucivar muttered. “Do you know that song?” Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.

Words lie. Blood doesn't.

A woman with an education may be able to spend more time sitting in a chair instead of lying on her back. A sound advantage, I should think.

You weren't afraid of me when I was Wolf," he said. "Why are you afraid of Nathan?" "He's got big feet!" "What?" An insulted-sounding arrroooo came from the other side of the door, a reminder that Wolves also had big ears.

There are some questions that shouldn't be asked until a person is mature enough to appreciate the answers.

I suppose [...] that the most convincing way to fool an enemy would be to fool a friend.