Privately, Iain thought that sounded like a whole load of crazy. Something out of a fantasy novel by Gaiman or Pratchett, maybe. But not anything that existed in real life.
"So you're telling us that...Ciaran is...what, Codeine made flesh?" he asked, struggling to wrap his head around that thought. "I mean, I hate to repeat myself, but that doesn't make sense. How would something like that even work?"