12. Teratology 101
When I woke I felt refreshed and even stronger, if that were possible, without having had anything further to feast on since the day before. I climbed out of bed, dressed and headed down the small hall — a bounce in my step — to the living area.
Danny was still reading a book, though judging by the pile on the coffee table he’d read quite a few while I’d been sleeping.
“Wow! You must be a speed-reader. Is that a good book?” I asked.
“Hmm?” Danny looked up. “Sorry, I was engrossed in this book.”
I rolled my eyes. He closed the book and added it to the pile.
“That’s okay,” I said. “I haven’t read a good book in ages.”
“There are plenty there,” Danny said as he pointed to the bookcase. “Help yourself. Just be careful with the older ones. Unlike angels they don’t age
