“No. A fair fight and you can go with the commission,” said Harrow. “If I win, you come to the muster, and you leave afterward—with the commission. If I lose, you leave now—with the commission.” She snatched the paper from the ground, pulled a fountain pen from her pocket, and slid it between her lips to stab it deeply into her cheek. It came out thick with blood—one of her party tricks, Gideon thought numbly—and signed: Pelleamena Novenarius, Reverend Mother of the Locked Tomb, Lady of Drearburh, Ruler of the Ninth House.
Gideon said, feeling idiotic: “That’s your mother’s signature.”
“I’m not going to sign as me, you moron, that would give the whole game away,” said Harrow.
not “the blood of the child can be substituted for the blood of their parent and necromantically no one can tell the difference” being canon since chapter fucking 2 of gtn