XXXIII
Dark couldn’t stop watching Frog. He stared at the television screen for hours, listening to the dragon’s croaky drawl. Even though the screen was cracked, he could see Frog clearly.
“In’the bog, when I was a boy, I had a happy childhood…”
Lucan and Miri had left the room arguing. Lucan insisted that Dark wear the muzzle and that they turn the lights off, but they forgot the television. Earl, the man in black, had tried to say something to Lucan—Dark watched the glimmer in the man’s eyes flare up at the realization that the television was on, but then fade away as Lucan answered a phone call and rushed out of the room.
Earl started toward the television to turn it off, but Dark growled at him.
“There’s no harm in watching a news report, is there?” Dark had asked.
Earl paused,
