Now, here. The Warlord sent a likeness of himself.”
Sally frowned, but leaned in for a good long stare. “He looks like a dirty fingerprint.”
“Of course he doesn’t,” replied her father, squinting at the portrait. “You can see his eyes, right there.”
“I thought those were his nostrils.”
“Well, you’re not going to be picky, are you? At least he has a face.”
“Yes,” Sally replied dryly. “What a miracle.

Author: Marjorie M. Liu