“Malcolm, you en’t in bed yet—good. Come downstairs for a minute. There’s a gentleman wants a word with you.”
“Who is it?” said Malcolm eagerly, jumping up and following his father out.
“Keep your voice down. He’ll tell you who he is if he wants to.”
“Where is he?”
“In the Terrace Room. Take him a glass of Tokay.”
“Hungarian wine. Come on, hurry up. Mind your manners and tell the truth.”
If you’ve not read His Dark Materials, I can’t recommend it enough: it’s one of the pieces of art that made me who I am today. This companion trilogy looks (hopefully) to have the same utterly compelling atmosphere and the same fantastic characterisation.
My daemon would be an elephant or an otter, maybe. What would yours be?