Pishsalver. Let me think. A pinch of worm fat, urine of the horsefly, buttered fingers. <...> Three coins from a dead man's pocket, two teaspoons of wishful thinking.
— My sister preferred to study Dominion Over Living Things. Tell me, how does she seem to you?
— Perfectly horrid.
— And her head?
— Bulbous.
— I think she may have some kind of growth in there, something pressing on her brain.
