Kallias watches me, bemused, his white fur cloak heavy with diamonds. “I did not mean to startle you.” I look at him, and I don’t understand how he is so . . . so very human. So very mortal. A monster cannot become a man, but a man can become a monster, and perhaps that’s what makes humanity so frightening: You cannot tell, just by looking, who is monstrous, and who is not.
