Quote by Jane Washington

“My hair, then?” he pressed. “I know for a fact that someone stole the length I hacked off, because it disappeared from your washroom floor the way things magically disappear from washroom floors, and I caught a braid that looked suspiciously like mine at a stall in the Hearthenge marketplace by lunchtime.” I was holding in another laugh, biting my lip as Vidrol’s emotions exploded out of him. His agitation had been slowly climbing for weeks, but I had never seen him this bad. He didn’t seem to know what to do with the energy spilling from his skin. “Things don’t disappear magically from washroom floors,” Vale’s voice carried right through his chest and into mine. “They’re called servants, dickhead.”

Quote by Jane Washington