“What?” Fiona
demands irritably, looking down to see Larry's hand on her coat.
“M'lady,” he says
apologetically, “Both your husband and Raven are in position.”
“Position...?” she
asks, mildly confused for a moment before memory hits her. “Oh
yes, of course,” she replies, “I'm just having a quick word with
the Author and his...friends. Wont be a moment,” she finishes,
returning her attention to the golden angel before her. “Now,”
she continues wistfully, feeling herself falling into those eyes,
“What was it you wanted to talk about?”
“This place,” he
says, spreading his arms to include the world around him, “It is so
much more than it seems.”
“Yes,” Fiona
replies with some certainty, “Yes, I think I've got that now.”
She's vaguely aware her companion has been joined by others, but she
can't take her eyes off him.
“It is more, even,
than our overlords understand,” he continues, his voice haunting
and melodic.
From somewhere else,
below her, she hears another voice. “We regret to inform you of
this, M'lady,” Larry says, “But that is not the Author.”
