I have 1520 words already, and a gentleman named Mr. Toto has made an unexpected off-screen appearance. I find myself intrigued. Don’t know who he is yet, but he has some real potential. Not for this book, certainly — I have enough people to track in this book. But in the next one . . . yes. Definitely. He smells like someone who’s been keeping company with the nastiest of the old gods for a very long time.