“Why do people call you Demon Eyes, James?” Christopher asked one day when they were sitting around a table studying Ragnor Fell’s account of the First Accords. “Because I have golden eyes as if lit by eldritch infernal fires,” James said. He had heard a girl whispering that and thought it sounded rather poetic. “Ah,” said Christopher. “Do you look at all like your grandfather aside from that? The demonic one, I mean.” “You cannot simply ask whether people look like their demon grandfather!”
