“Here’s my best parchments. They’re imported from . . .”
“’Here’s’?” Bugbear exploded as he swatted the papers from the startled
merchant’s hand. “Here’s’? Why you festering pustule of ignorance! It’s neither here’s nor there’s! Neither here’s nor there’s! Do you understand me? Do you?”
“No,” the merchant said with a dumb, blank state. “Not really.”
(from Noggle Stones 1½: Bugbear’s Travels), by Wil Radcliffe)
8*/10. The full review is here.
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