" Come on,” he said, reaching for her.

” Leave me alone,” she managed to say, stumbling back. The enkanto caught her before she fell, supporting her with his good arm.

” Let her alone,” said the enkanto, “or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse."

The old man laughed. “I'm a curse breaker, fool."

The elf grabbed one of the Jim Beam bottles from the table and slammed it down, so that he was holding a jagged glass neck. The elf smiled a very thin smile. “Then I won't bother with magic. "

― Holly Black , The Poison Eaters and Other Stories