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Nanny detested weeping men.
“I wouldn’t have sex with an elf!”
“Shall we go walk by the edge of the lake today and maybe you’ll drown?”
Galinda didn’t see the verdant world through the glass of the carriage; she saw her own reflection instead. She had the nearsightedness of youth. She reasoned that because she was beautiful she was significant, though what she signified, and to whom, was not clear to her yet.
“Well, how do I know what I think?”
They showed in profile as mirror images, heels clicked together
my pretty,
as if he were as flexible as a man of straw.
the Bitch of the East.
“Oh yes, the straw man.” He sighed. “Another pagan custom that had almost gone underground, and then was revived during the Great Drought. Ignorant field-workers wear a straw man as a charm against the pests of crops: drought, crows, insects, rot. Once upon a time there was a tradition of human sacrifice about it.”
“You were in love with him,” she said, to make it easier. “We both were, we shared him,” said Frex. “Your mother and I did. It was a lifetime ago
“Well, you can have the shoes, my dear—over my dead body. I’ll rewrite my will and leave them to you.
“I shall wait for your shoes,” Elphie answered.
Whirling like something from a nightmare,
The storm dropped a house on her head.
People who claim that they’re evil are usually no worse than the rest of us.” He sighed. “It’s people who claim that they’re good, or anyway better than the rest of us, that you have to be wary of.”
