“An you ever loved me,” mocked Fabian. “Toby, I always loved you.” He held his arms stretched out wide. “We’ll bring the wood right up to the house again. We’ll swallow it whole. We’ll sleep in feather beds. You can chase off every monster but me. What do you say, Toby?” “You’re a dead man, Fay,” said Tobias, “and even when you were alive you were wicked right through.”
