“Tell Tutor I won't be to lessons," she said. "Invent some sort of disease.”
“Tell me, tutor,' I said. 'Is revenge a science, or an art?”
“Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. “It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?”“Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it,” said Will.”
“Everyone has their weaknesses. Some people smoke. I collect stuffed penguins. If you won't tell, I won't.”
“Lessons? Oh no. I didn’t need lessons.” He glanced up and found her shaking her head in disgust at her own idiocy. “You see, Sissy said I wouldn’t need lessons. ‘You’re a shifter,’ she said. ‘We can do anything,’ she said.”
“A few said they'd be horses. Most said they'd be some sort of cat. My friend said she'd like to come back as a porcupine. I don't like crowds, she said. ”