Kiddo—here's a problem. We've got witches, we've got Evil, we've got an orphan, and we've got a kidnapping. What's the deal?

Truda Hangnail was smiling, and it was not the sort of smile designed to make anyone feel happy.

The old sorceress was not given to berating herself herself, but she could not help but think she had made a mistake. Possibly the worst of her whole life.

This was the kind of woman she understood, a woman after her own cold heart.

Skulls" said Lady Lamorna. "Definitely skulls. Rows and rows of dear little skulls, sewn all along the hem.