The Stolen Child — Page 24
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TARA: I said a baby! A small child! Something the fairies can play with. A teen they’ll just enslave or eat!
FETCH: Oh. Huh.
TARA: They don’t teach that in Demon School, I bet!
PANEL2: Fetch turns apologetically to a confused Molly. Owen looks concerned, while Morrigan from her chair smiles deviously.
FETCH: I’m sorry, Molly. Owen is our guest, not our lunch.
MOLLY: Oh? He looks so tender.
MORRIGAN: Well, then…
PANEL3:
MORRIGAN: Maybe he’d like a bite to eat himself. Molly, fix him a --
FETCH: Mom! No! No faery food!
PANEL 4: Morrigan gets angry, but Owen interrupts, his eyes on a picture on a table behind him.
MORRIGAN: Now, look here, boy! I --
OWEN: Excuse me, Fetch’s Mom. Is that a picture of your husband?
PANEL 5: Morrigan looks confused and wary. Owen smiles genially and puts a hand toward the photo.
MORRIGAN: Ye-es? Why?
OWEN: Fetch was just telling me about what a powerful demon he was. And handsome, too!
PANEL 6: Morrigan paws the framed picture in her hands, while Owen looks over her shoulder admiringly. Fetch and Tara look on.
MORRIGAN: You don’t know half of it! My Donald would make Adonis hide his face in shame. And if he took possession of ye, there was no escapin’ him! Many a priest died trying...
FETCH: Deflection! I taught him tha—
TARA: No, you didn’t.
FETCH: Oh. Huh.
TARA: They don’t teach that in Demon School, I bet!
PANEL2: Fetch turns apologetically to a confused Molly. Owen looks concerned, while Morrigan from her chair smiles deviously.
FETCH: I’m sorry, Molly. Owen is our guest, not our lunch.
MOLLY: Oh? He looks so tender.
MORRIGAN: Well, then…
PANEL3:
MORRIGAN: Maybe he’d like a bite to eat himself. Molly, fix him a --
FETCH: Mom! No! No faery food!
PANEL 4: Morrigan gets angry, but Owen interrupts, his eyes on a picture on a table behind him.
MORRIGAN: Now, look here, boy! I --
OWEN: Excuse me, Fetch’s Mom. Is that a picture of your husband?
PANEL 5: Morrigan looks confused and wary. Owen smiles genially and puts a hand toward the photo.
MORRIGAN: Ye-es? Why?
OWEN: Fetch was just telling me about what a powerful demon he was. And handsome, too!
PANEL 6: Morrigan paws the framed picture in her hands, while Owen looks over her shoulder admiringly. Fetch and Tara look on.
MORRIGAN: You don’t know half of it! My Donald would make Adonis hide his face in shame. And if he took possession of ye, there was no escapin’ him! Many a priest died trying...
FETCH: Deflection! I taught him tha—
TARA: No, you didn’t.
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