“I am not precisely a person,” said Sylvester with a certain awkwardness. “Like hells you aren’t,” said Da. “Of course you are.” He reached out and prodded the sorcerer with one of his meaty fingers, startling him again. “That little boy is still in there, somewhere, and he deserved better.”

“I am not precisely a person,” said Sylvester with a certain awkwardness. “Like hells you aren’t,” said Da. “Of course you are.” He reached out and prodded the sorcerer with one of his meaty fingers, startling him again. “That little boy is still in there, somewhere, and he deserved better.”

— Andrea Eames