— Wall: a Prologue, Neil Gaiman
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“So there’s some young lady. Has she sent you here to seek your fortune? That used to be very popular. You’d get young fellers wanderin’ all over, looking for the hoard of gold that some poor wyrm or ogre had taken absolute centuries to accumulate.”
“No. Not my fortune. It was more of a promise I made to this lady I mentioned. I… we were talking, and I was promising her things, and we saw this falling star, and I promised to bring it to her. And it fell…” he waved an arm toward a mountain range somewhere in the general direction of the sunrise “…over there.”
The little hairy man scratched his chin. Or his muzzle; it might well have been his muzzle. “You know what I would do?”
“No,” said Tristan, hope rising within him, “what?”
The little man wiped his nose. “I’d tell her to go shove her face in the pig pen, and go out and find another one who’ll kiss you without askin’ for the earth. You’re bound to find one. You can hardly throw half a brick back in the lands you come from without hittin’ one.”
Stardust, Neil Gaiman
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