Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask — and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created." Jaenelle’s eyes widened. You let her drink a ‘gravedigger’? No no no, Wilhelmina said, shaking her head. You shouldn’t ever drink a gravedigger until he’s had a bath. She smiled placidly when Jaenelle and Lucivar just stared at her. Mother Night, Lucivar muttered. Do you know that song? Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle.
Anne Bishop