Is that him? said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. Only I’d expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail. She turned him around as she spoke. No horns either. The Devil’s child looked ominously normal.
Terry Pratchett Neil Gaiman
Is that him? said Sister Mary, staring at the baby. Only I’d expected funny eyes. Red, or green. Or teensy-weensy little hoofikins. Or a widdle tail. She turned him around as she spoke. No horns either. The Devil’s child looked ominously normal.