"He's a Shadow, my Shadow at that." She shrugged, "They're extradimensional beings who's home-space sort of overlaps and sort of surrounds our own. They're benevolent in the best way."
It was right about then that Kitten returned, winding himself up onto the bar, carrying the book that he propped up against his belly, legs holding onto the edges of the cover, head peeking up over the top, looking like the world's gothiest bookstand