If a demon and a vampire mated, their offspring would be unique but in harmony, like a Labrador retriever crossed with a poodle. Voila, labradoodle!  But a vemon was a made creature, as if one took the front half of the Lab and jammed it onto the back half of thr poodle. In other words, wrong.

She wondered if, when human souls try to get too near each other, they do not inevitably become mere blurs to each other's vision.

Convencido de la absoluta seguridad de la muerte, Grover se volvió de repente tremenda y arrolladoramente vivo.

She'd never mastered the talent for apologizing, but she appreciated it in other people.

Written By Terry Pratchett

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