“It better be right.” James looked up from his little corner of the room, where he’d erected a desk and studied changeling books under a chemical light. They did have them, though they were stored on electronic tablets instead of paper. The display technology wasn’t the same as the one Sarah was used to—instead of crystalline displays, they seemed to use a thin wafer of metal that reconfigured itself with each page-turn. But the idea was the same. “I was told that being a freak was what kept me alive here. You didn’t hold out on me, did you Ocellus?”