"People've tried to kill me, too. 'Course, I was eating one of their chickens." Tom shrugged. Given his tendency towards joking around, the statement might have been less-than-serious, but for once he wasn't wearing a grin. "I can't say enough good things about what Arkady's done. Carnival's got its bumps and trouble spots like anything else, but I've never been anywhere like it."
Yegads. And now he was waxing sentimental. Tom winced.
"So 'child of Satan?' That's sweet of 'em. Wonder what they'd do if they ever met an actual child of Satan."