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.

Author: Anne Bishop

Lucivar winced. "She guzzled half the flask — and it wasn't one of his home brews, it was the concoction you created."<br /><br />Jaenelle’s eyes widened. “You let her drink a ‘gravedigger’?”<br /><br />“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.<br /><br />“Mother Night,” Lucivar muttered.<br /><br />“Do you know that song?” Wilhelmina asked Jaenelle. - Anne Bishop

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