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Should I call Lord Thomas Cromwell?” Sherry asked, feeling very clever, “or your true name?” The cat’s voice changed then. The silly TV-movie-Tudor voice disappeared. Its voice now was a hiss and a meow, a mouse’s dying squeak and the rustle of tall grasses. “You may not have my true name, mistress,” it said. “But call me with intent, and I will come. Farewell to you, Mistress Pinkwhistle, giver of tuna cans, scratcher of ears, opener of the kitchen door to release me from my bondage.
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C.M. Waggoner (The Village Library Demon-Hunting Society)