She opened the book to its title page. Will had scrawled a note for her there—not just a note, in fact. A poem. For Tessa Gray, on the occasion of being given a copy of Vathek to read: Caliph Vathek and his dark horde Are bound for Hell, you won’t be bored! Your faith in me will be restored— Unless this token you find untoward And my poor gift you have ignored. —Will
