Jen Williams

Idiot. You’re all so bloody stupid it hurts

Look for the darker smoke, is what my once-father used to tell me. The hidden fire.

All at once they would gather themselves and scarper, like a human woman gathering her skirts and running from a room after a particularly stinging insult.

A lying, lowly scoundrel. You are not fit for my sight!’

‘Bollocks to that,’ said Noon. ‘Bollocks to all this death and glory stuff. I will think of tasks for you. So many tasks you’ll have to stay until I’m old and grey, at least.’

‘Bollocks to that,’ said Noon. ‘Bollocks to all this death and glory stuff. I will think of tasks for you. So many tasks you’ll have to stay until I’m old and grey, at least.’

If Sarn doesn’t need you anymore, I still will.’