Everyone knew what he was thinking. Certainly there were demons in the world. But they were like Thou’s angels. They were like heroes and kings. They belonged in stories. Furthermore, they belonged out there. Berlin the Great called up fire and lightning to destroy demons. Thou broke them in his hands and sent them howling into the nameless void. Your childhood friend didn’t stomp one to death on the road to Baden-Bryt. It was ridiculous.

The Name of the Wind