"'You met him once,' said Dustfinger. 'It's a long time ago, you won't remember you were so little.' He held his hand at knee height in the air. 'How can I explain what he's like? If you were to see a cat eating a young bird I expect you'd cry, wouldn't you? Or try to help the bird. Capricorn would feed the bird to the cat on purpose, just to watch it being torn apart, and the little creature's screeching and struggling would be as sweet as honey to him.'"
Ch. 3, p. 25.

"He told wonderful stories about her. 'Did I like her?' Meggie always asked. 'Yes, very much.' — 'Where is she?' — 'She had to go away when you were just three.' — 'Why?' — 'She just had to go away.' — 'A long way away?' &mdash...