He glances up from his note as the dog gently thumps its tail against the floor. There's no recognition in his face.

"'The Glacier'?" Kai repeats cautiously. There are capital letters in the way Lirael said it; he almost wonders if she's from somewhere in Mongolia. If there weren't discrepancies in the way she reacted to the demon, the unusual array of magic he saw through his left eye, he might believe they were from the same world. He's about eighty percent sure they're not.