‘Your eyes – they’re different – so small, two fighting to see as one. I think they must be weak. When you approached, you walked through a stone wall and then the trees, rippling the ghost world as if ignorant of its right to dwell here.’ Cotillion’s eyes widened. ‘Wall? Trees?’ He glanced up at Apt. ‘Has his mind fled?’ The demon answered at length. Cotillion paled. ‘Hood’s breath!’ he finally muttered, and when he turned back to the child it was with an expression of awe. ‘What is your name, lad?’ ‘Panek.’
