Excuse me, ma'am, you have a complexion to die for and I guess that's what you did.
Deadsmell joking about Shurq Elalle, Reaper's Gale pg 370
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Excuse me, ma'am, you have a complexion to die for and I guess that's what you did.
Deadsmell joking about Shurq Elalle, Reaper's Gale pg 370
Shurq Elalle saw Deadsmell’s eyes flick open then, saw them fix hard and unblinking on Yan Tovis.
The Adjunct missed nothing, for she glanced at Deadsmell for a moment, then away again.
‘Twilight, Watch and Rise,’ Deadsmell muttered. ‘Covered the whole night, haven’t ya? But damn me, the blood’s awful thin. Your skin’s the colour of clay - couldn’t have been more than a handful at the start, probably refugees hiding among the local savages. A pathetic handful, but the old titles remained. Guarding the Shores of Night.’
Yan Tovis licked her lips. ‘Just the Shore,’ she said.
Deadsmell smiled. ‘Lost the rest, did you?’