Page 100 - The Grotesque Children's Book
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“You're -- souring my taste for angels. I wouldn't have thought you were
so...hateful.”
“It's dog eat dog down there, dragon. Either you get the soul or we do.
And if he's yours already, we're not going to let him live and help bolster your
Army. Sorry, army, lowercase. Why would we do that?”
“Because it's the right thing to do.”
“It's an enemy. You wouldn't save your enemy's child, would you,
dragon?”
“I just did.”
“Huh. So you did. I guess that's the difference between angels and
demons.”
“I'd have thought there’d be different differences. But all right then. I'll
be going now. Nice meeting you.” Fuocorogo turned to go.
Lydia the angel stopped him. “Thank you for saving my child. Are you
sure there's nothing I can't get you as a token of my gratitude?”
“You know, there is.”
“Name it. Anything.”
“I wonder if I could have a glimpse of Heaven.”
“Oh.” Lydia's brow knurled and her eyes grew dark and unblinking.
“No. That wouldn't be possible.”
“You said name anything.”
“Yes, any thing. A glimpse is not a thing. You can't go to the cornucopia
and pull out a glimpse.”
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