( He... understands more than his creatures appear to, each staring down the boy as if he were a pale, scant thing, more bone than meat — and what there is of him, cartilage.
Perhaps there's truth in it. The Beastmaster, assessing, appears wise to the possibility, mouth a soft-gaped line, curdling.
He waves once, to draw Viktor closer, and his animals part as if to grant him passage — or persuade him the last few steps nearer, as due. )
You... don't have the body. For work. ( Matter-of-factly, lacking heat, as the worst insults ever are and do. )
no sugar, no milk
Perhaps there's truth in it. The Beastmaster, assessing, appears wise to the possibility, mouth a soft-gaped line, curdling.
He waves once, to draw Viktor closer, and his animals part as if to grant him passage — or persuade him the last few steps nearer, as due. )
You... don't have the body. For work. ( Matter-of-factly, lacking heat, as the worst insults ever are and do. )