“Glaring at the doctor, Kev spoke in Romany. “Ka xlia ma pe tute” (I’m going to shit on you.)”Which means,” Rohan said hastily, “‘Please forgive the misunderstanding; let’s part as friends.'””Te malavel les i menkiva,” Kev added for good measure. (May you die of a malignant wasting disease.)”Roughly translated,” Rohan said, “that means, ‘May your garden be filled with fine, fat hedgehogs.’ Which, I may add, is considered quite a blessing among the Rom.”

− Lisa Kleypas −