Bastian had absolutely deserved an extra pipeful.
He thought he was really addicted to tobacco at this point, no point in denying it. He didn't even know if he wanted to quit. Maybe after he had killed Gorgo.
"How is the Book of Rose Quartz treating you?" he asked the woman who was lazily lounging in her armchair, wearing an opulent purple silk robe.
"Do you want to learn its secrets?" she asked. "It would be better to stack on some other forms of magical knowledge first. It is not something that an absolute beginner can master."
"Alright. But do you mind explaining to me how it works?"
Anasta took a deep breath.
"You saying you don't know how it feels to be full of something from other people?"
He just gave her a blank stare.
"I am not into dudes," he replied.
"Oh. But you have heard campfire stories about blood-sucking vampires, have you not?"
