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'Are you going to tell me what you want with us?' Ree asked. Celia laughed, a tinkling, coquettish sound. 'I would think my brother and I have been most clear to that point. The Many-That-Hungers wishes to honour you. To lavish luxury upon you.' 'Why?' Celia spun Ree out, keeping her tethered to her locked hand, then pulled back in thight. She leaned close to Ree, almost cheek to cheek. Her breath tickled Ree's ear as she whispered, 'To thank you.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 198)

Usther found herself once again dancing with Persephone. She was unprepared for the smoothness of Persephone's steps. Even Smythe, who was so posh Usther wouldn't be surprised to learn he wiped his ass with gold leaf, didn't have the grace of the paladin.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 199)

'Someone you can trust,' Usther agreed, though she felt a little bewildered by the conversation. Too normal and domestic, surely, to be had by a necromancer and a paladin held prisoner in a subterranean fungi kingdom.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 170)

She felt like Persephone could lift her one-handed and not break a sweat. Which was not, Usther was surprised to find, an unattractive trait in a woman. If that woman wasn't a festering paladin.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 159)

'The Lord and Lady request only the presence of Reanima,' said Ellenil. 'You witchkillers are not required. You may attend, or you may go back the way you came. Those are the only options.' 'Reanima?' Persephone asked quitely. Andomerys snorted.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 149)

Finally, Passacath spoke. His voice was a rasping whisper. 'Is it true?' he asked. 'Are you really him? Smythe Townslayer?' She couldn't quite read Smythe's expression. Was that shock? Hurt? Pride? 'You...' He cleared his throat. 'You could say that.' Passacath looked up for the first time, meeting Smythe's surprised gaze. 'Good,' he said. 'Good.' He seemed relieved. And wasn't that a terrifying thought.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 147)

'Phaw. You never shut up about your ghastly university. "Youngest graverobber ever to graduate" or whatever nonsense'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 75)

Ree stared at her. 'You only targeted the fungi? But you couldn't even see all of it.' Andomerys shrugged. 'With the right parameters in your spell, you can be very precise.'

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 54)

But of course when she got in, it was to find a slip of paper sitting on the table beside her lacework.

Travelling with Andomerys. Scry if I'm not back in a week.

No indication where, or why. As considerate as always.

So Usther packed her things and left her own ambiguous note. She hoped her housemate found it galling.

— The Beautiful Decay by Veo Corva (Page 33)