A Gift of Fire, A Gift of Blood (1)
"for derysi, you mean?" he poured two cups. "de-what?" he headed to the kitchen table with both cups, setting one down in front of each of the two chairs. "derysi. that's right, isn't it?" "right for what?" she said, sounding cross. "what's it mean?"
A Gift of Fire, A Gift of Blood (2)
He hesitated, then continued, "that derysi didn't evolve, but that they were created through some magical curse." she picked up her own coffee, and remained silent for a few seconds.
A Gift of Fire, A Gift of Blood (3)
You know more about derysi than anyone else who'll be there, and she still makes you nervous." "no, she doesn't," he said. "not anymore." "really?" "yes, really. i've seen her two or three times a week for the past, what, month now."
A Gift of Fire, A Gift of Blood (4)
"_she's a derysi._ that's what they do." "hold on." he picked up the papers and riffled through them hurriedly. "yes. yes. this says we're trying to get her food. we've _been_ trying." "by giving her things she can't use, yes."