"Tell me," said Eliada. She was a ghoul, the oldest of the ghouls in the warren, and speaking honestly she was hideous. She was an old woman before her transformation, and ghoulhood further twisted her gnarled body into a vermiform shape. Her neck seemed too long and thin to support her head; her fingers (wrapped, trembling, around a teacup) were likewise too long and ended in sharp, yellowed nails. She had a painful-looking hunch back, a long thin tail the color of her wrinkled skin, and legs bent like a dog's, walking on taloned toes. Now she lapped at her tea, and here was ghoulhood's most terrible change: her nose, her mouth and jaw had pinched out into a rat-muzzle, the skin of which had long ago rotted away, leaving bare bone and strings of muscle. She was hideous, and a most novel kind of hideous, and the girls loved her for it.
"What, m'am?" said Kore.
"The Dreamlands are infinitely vast, and infinitely beautiful