Dejah listened, her blue eyes widening and slowly she brought her hand to her mouth. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. In comparison, her father was not nearly so monstrous as Elphaba's.

"I...I don't know what to say," she replied. "I'm so sorry...no parent should do such a thing to their child."

She hesitated a moment. "So...green skin is not a natural development in your world?" Dejah was curious of that.

But she was more curious of this great book, this Grimmerie. "What sort of power does it hold that a woman of evil would use it?"