THE FIRST THING SHE did upon seeing Ank at the bottom of the stairs was to scream, nor was it just any scream, but the kind which could only come from a particularly agitated little boy or girl—the kind that bore through one’s skull like a long, thin drill bit. Then she promptly scurried back up the steps and cowered behind the wall, shaking her head and saying, “No dinosaur, no dinosaur.”
“Luna, it’s okay,” stressed Williams. “He isn’t going to hurt you. His name is Ank. He—he doesn’t eat people. Especially little girls. Isn’t that right, Ank?”
Ank merely looked at him from beneath his horny brows.
Williams straightened somewhat awkwardly and gestured at Luna to come down. “Well, I ... This is Luna.” He looked back and forth between the two. “Luna, because her hair is white. Luna ...
