She tilted her head to glare at me over her sunglasses. “If you diss Silverstein, I will hurt you. I’m talking chainsaws, machetes, and a fire-spider in a very uncomfortable place. Smudge has my back on this. Right?” Smudge turned toward me and rubbed his forelegs together. “Traitor.” I skimmed the poem. “Whatif?” “You never get the whatifs? Never worry about your house burning down or Smudge getting eaten by an owl?” (Codex Born, Magic ex Libris 2, by Jim C Hines) #PocketsReads #MagicExLibris #ShelSilverstein