Thursday, January 30, 2014

Dead Rite chapter 166.11

“Hmm.” Dill stared at her, blank-faced. “But you'll allow me to upgrade myself, surely?”

Gillian returned his gaze, though what she could see in those mutable plastic eyes Harold couldn't imagine. If eyes were the windows to the soul, Dill must have all the compassion of a Barbie doll. After several seconds she gave him an upward nod, then took in his hand-crafted body. “Anything would be an improvement on this.”

“Hey.” Harold feigned hurt feelings. “The imps and I worked very hard on making that body, thanks very much. It's got bones and everything.”

“You did a nice job of it.” Gillian turned to her daughter, who was hoisting handfuls of Harold's fried rice and dumping them into the gravy jug. She hoisted the child to her hip. “It's just that he can't go out in public looking like something from Dr Who.”

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