2010.05.01
Esk gazed down defiantly. Granny glared up sternly. Their wills clanged like cymbals and the air between them thickened. But Granny had spent a lifetime bending recalitrant creatures to her bidding and, while Esk was a surprisingly strong opponent, it was obvious that she would give in before the end of this paragraph.
— Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites |