This creature is the Pooka. Pay no mind to the shape he wears, for heโs none of his own, and no soul either. Ware him ever, trust him never, but when the windโs right he has his uses. Never forget that you will never know him. The Pookaโs mystery even to the Pooka.
Peter S. Beagle...but the enchantment of error that you put on me I must wear forever in your eyes.
Peter S. BeagleThe magician stood erect, menacing the attackers with demons, metamorphoses, paralyzing ailments, and secret judo holds. Molly picked up a rock.
Peter S. Beagle