Your own White Council is a famous bunch of namers,” he said. “Their history is, I have heard, rooted in old Rome.” “Yeah,” I said. He nodded. “And, like the Romans, they love to name and classify and outline facts to the smallest, permanently inflexible, set-in-stone detail. The truth, however, is that the world of remnant spirits is not easily cataloged or defined.” He shrugged. “I dwell in Chicago. I defend Mortimer’s home. I am what I am.”
