e words he inscribed into the blackness were written in a delicate italic, hardly larger than human penmanship: "My son, she is lovely." "It is gracious of you, Elder Cousin, to recognize beauty in a form so unlike your own species," Dink said, bowing. There was a mental chuckle. "Her mind, you clod!" the monster sketched in the scratchboard. "Her lovely, lovely mind." "I am pleased that you ratify my choice of wife, Elder Cous
in," Dink said. "She will assist you in the most difficult task ever a sc
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