Chapter 55: The magician Jonathan Strange is talking with some fairie chick he just met at a fairie house (in fact the house of his enemy, the Gentleman in Green). In short order she shit tests him, natch:
“Do not pretend that you know what I mean,” she said sharply. “When it is as plain as Pendemonium that you do not.”
Strange was once again perplexed as to what to reply. She seemed so bent on being displeased. But then again, he thought, what was so unusual about it? In Bath and London and all the cities of Europe ladies pretended to scold the men they meant to attract.
Then he bends her over and fucks her until her ears bleed. No, just kidding. Then the Gentleman in Green shows up and there’s a literal rain of blood. Fun book, btw.
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