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"In the town of Simcock-Under-Hill, Tristran and Yvaine had an encounter with a goblin press-gang that might have ended unhappily, with Tristran spending the rest of his life fighting the goblins' endless wars beneath the earth, had it not been for Yvaine's quick thinking and her sharp tongue."
-- Stardust, p.247
"I think," he announces almost tentatively, sometime after they've begun traveling forward again, returning securely back to trees and sun and open air. "That I forgot just how scary you are."
The star has his jacket settled rather securely atop her shoulders and a grin that would likely be better suited upon the face of a rather ruthless and victorious general of war spread brigthly across her lips, chin tilted at an altogether too jaunty angle and limping steps brisk and entirely satisfied.
"They were being unreasonable," she chimes back at him, far more cheerful than the situation should really warrant.
-- Stardust, p.247
"I think," he announces almost tentatively, sometime after they've begun traveling forward again, returning securely back to trees and sun and open air. "That I forgot just how scary you are."
The star has his jacket settled rather securely atop her shoulders and a grin that would likely be better suited upon the face of a rather ruthless and victorious general of war spread brigthly across her lips, chin tilted at an altogether too jaunty angle and limping steps brisk and entirely satisfied.
"They were being unreasonable," she chimes back at him, far more cheerful than the situation should really warrant.