"Goddess save me and mine," whispered Phil. He now sat all the way at the edge of the seat, eyeing the bird. "You're sure he's no demon?"
"He's just cracked, is all. This is Slapper." I didn't blame Phil for being flinchy of the bird. He looks like any moment he'll start to spout prophecy.
This is another reread, but I love it as much as the first time. (It helps that I only remember half of it.) I've yet to find a Tamora Pierce book that I don't love, and I'm particularly fond of this series. Rereading it just so I'll remember everything before beginning Mastiff.
What're you reading this Tuesday? Feel free to link in the comments!