Then a hint of the old cold arrogance: _Now you'll never know who killed Cyrus._
The doctor slapped him smartly on the minuscule behind. The wizened, malevolent face writhed open, but it was only the angry squall of an ordinary infant that came out.
Leo was gone, like a light turned off beneath the measureless ocean.
Moira raised her head weakly.
"Give him one for me," she said.
--DAMON KNIGHT