“After so long, you realise that knowing things doesn't especially matter very much. Knowledge with no context is meaningless. That's not the real treasure. 'Oh?' I tucked away my tools and stood. 'What is, then?' Vale stood, too. He was quite tall, and he looked down at me with a wolfish kind of delight. He smiled, revealing those deadly fangs. The moonlight from the window glinted in his amber eyes. I felt, all at once, like an idiot for thinking before that he didn't look monstrous. Because in this moment, with that smirk on his lips, I glimpsed the man of the legends. The monster of the whispers. 'Curiosity,' he said.”
Book:Six Scorched Roses