“Good day to you, Lord Enchanter Evariste!” Liliane cheerfully called. Evariste stood and edged his way back as far as the grayness would allow. “Bugger off.” She smiled serenely. “Now, that is hardly a cordial greeting.” “Hardly cordial? Obviously I wasn’t trying hard enough. Please allow me to rephrase that: I hope you choke in your sleep and die,” Evariste growled.
