Anissa settled into the leather seat of David's boxy automobile.

"Here's a question for you. How come a Djinni, which is a Middle Eastern mythos, has a British accent? Or speaks English in the first place, for that matter?" Her new master, it seemed, was absolutely full of questions. How was it he noticed holes in her story that no other master ever had? The man was far too clever, probably too much so for his own good.

"My first master - the sorcerer--was English. ...