Sylvia had given him a scalding lecture, the gist of it being that whatever a woman enjoyed wearing was feminine and anything she didn't enjoy wearing wasn't, and if he was too stubborn and old fashioned to understand that, he could go and soak his head in a bucket of cold water. He hadn't quite forgiven her yet for saying they would have to look hard to find a bucket big enough to fit his head in to, but he admired the sass behind the remark.
Anne BishopLet your heart travel lightly. Because what you bring with you becomes part of the landscape.
Anne BishopA 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.
Anne BishopHer smile faded. โDo you know the worst thing about it? I forgot him. Daemon was a friend, and I forgot him. That Winsol, before I wasโฆhe gave me a silver bracelet. I donโt know what happened to it. I had a picture of him. I donโt know what happened to that either. And then he gave everything he had to help me, and when it was done, everyone walked away from him as if he didnโt matter.
Anne BishopLucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask โ and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created." Jaenelleโs eyes widened. โYou let her drink a โgravediggerโ?โ โNo no no,โ Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. โYou shouldnโt ever drink a gravedigger until heโs had a bath.โ She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her. โMother Night,โ Lucivar muttered. โDo you know that song?โ Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.
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