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" Despite an unfriendly demeanor and shrewd tongue, Sister Hilde’s nose was her deadliest weapon. Same as the rest of her, it was long, pointed, and gnarled like an old tree, striking out first in one direction, then shifting midstride to head in quite another, then finally changing its mind again and heading back the way it had gone to begin with. When she was irritated, it twitched back and forth and turned red. When she was mad, it dove down and depressed her nostrils, making them flare out like crab apples. Children claimed she could even point with it, and the last thing a child wanted was to look up and find Sister Hilde’s nose pointing at him. Wherever Hilde was, somewhere else was always a better place to be. "
― A.S. Peterson , The Fiddler's Gun (Fin's Revolution, #1)
