At least that was according to plan, odrade thought. No names - no idea of names, yet - but a pattern.
In the first place, the manton house has been unoccupied by mortals for more than ten years, and with its outbuildings is slowly falling into decay-- a circumstance which in itself the judicious will hardly venture to ignore. Xantcha lost all awareness and sense of herself until she was on. With a cry of rage, he reached down and grabbed jam in one huge hand, lifting him high above the ground.