A Sorceress Comes to Call

by T. Kingfisher

“You can’t save everyone, you know.” “I’m not trying to. But if someone who needs help falls in your lap, you help them. It’s what you do.” Richard chuckled softly. “You haven’t changed.” “I’m older and fatter and my knee hurts,” she said tartly, pulling her hands away. “And I have less patience for fools.”

Me too, sis.

Penelope seemed awfully blasé about the whole thing. “Aren’t you angry?” I probably should be, shouldn’t I? Proper murdered ghosts always go shrieking and wailing about, or enchanting harps that shriek their killer’s name aloud or something like that. But it seems like so much work. And I’ve always been a very lazy person, you know.

Me too, too lazy AF to haunt anything. 👻

“And promise you’ll kill her. No gallantry, now.” “Madam.” He frowned at her. “I am a butler. Do you truly believe that I do not know how to dispatch a houseguest if required?”

🔪 it was the butler in the courtyard, Clue. Haha