Vesli crouched, reaching with her long, bony fingers into the woman’s mouth and with a ripping, wet-tearing sound she wrenched a tooth from the dead woman’s gums. Lif made a gagging sound and Vesli stopped and looked around. “She will not be needing them,” the tennúr said with a shrug and popped the tooth into her mouth, a shred of flesh hanging from its root. Lif turned away as Vesli started crunching.
This book has no right being this funny skfmmsmdms
