Arrow Lake What are people but deaths that haven't happened yet?

dragomir attempted to evade him, pawing with tiny feet toward the man's lips. mahler humoured the boy with a rush of breath across the miniscule toes, glancing again to see that the little sister remained asleep. "you are a very curious boy," the gargoyle commented, lowering his muzzle beyond the kicking limbs to tickle the miniature dragon's rotund side. "and fat, vich is a good thing. little children should be very fat." a smile warmed the lilac gems set in the musiker's face, and he tried for a second tickling attempt, wondering if the duckling was old enough to be amused or merely annoyed.