What sort of man doesn’t carry a trowel?
"I closed my palm, and the beam disappeared, then in a flash I let the light bloom around me and the Darkling, wrapping us in a glowing sphere that surrounded us like a flowing, golden halo. He looked at me and held out his hand, sending black ribbons of darkness climbing through the sphere, twisting and turning."
Leigh Bardugo, Shadow and Bone
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