No wonder they look like this, with all the fumes around them all the time.
The best relationship I’ve ever had with my mother is no relationship.
Haha. That’s basically the plot to Sir Terry Pratchett’s Wyrd Sisters
No need.
I endure because my success infuriates my enemies.
I once read a story where the hero has a terrible speech impediment. One of his first tasks is to confront a witch. He goes into the swamp and finds her slime covered cavern. She tells him that she is going to test his bravery. He can turn around or submit to the test. He says that he has to go forward.
Is he willing to give up some part of himself, something that defines him and makes him who he is? Fearing he’ll lose his face or his memory, he agrees.
She steals his speech impediment.
And then, since she had a speech impediment, she could no longer handle the verbal component of the spell to put it back.
Cute idea. But in the story she doesn’t get the impediment. Sorry
I can guess how she stole his speech impediment.
I had a crippling stammer well into my 20s until one fateful night after a few drinks with a young witch…
Let’s just say confidence is the cure for a lot of things.
