“No, no! That’s not it—I mean, you were lovely—” He fell on his back with a groan. “Lovely,” he said. “There’s a death knell. Clearly I should swear to celibacy and join one of your decadent southern religions. Is there one that involves stabbing things?” “The Dreaming God, but only demons.” “I can stab demons. Demons are very stabbable.”
