The Wintersmith snatched at her hand–
–and the witch grabbed his shoulder.
“Don’t you take hold of her like that! How dare you! I’m a witch, you know!”
Annagramma’s voice wasn’t easy on the ear at the best of times, but when she was frightened or angry, it had a whine that bored right into the head.
“Let go of her, I say,” screamed Annagramma. The Wintersmith looked stunned. Having to listen to Annagramma in a rage was hard for someone who hadn’t had ears for very long.
“Let her go,” she yelled. Then she threw a fireball.
– Annagramma models the correct response to weird dudes grabbing women |
Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith