“Let me make you an offer, little goat. We spar. If you lose, my cap is returned to me, unburnt. I continue to hunt as I have. And you give me your littlest finger.' 'To eat?' I ask, taking the flame away from the hat. 'If I like,' she returns. 'Or to wear like a brooch. What do you care what I do with it? The point is that it will be mine.” FunnyHolly BlackThe Folk Of The AirJude DuarteJudeThe Queen Of NothingOfferGrima MogSparLittle Finger Book:The Queen of Nothing Source: The Queen of Nothing