The Brucolac shrugs, sweeps his hair back. There's a faint crunch, and for a split second he looks appalled, before his face snaps back to neutrality. His hair has frozen. Excellent. Great. Fine.

"Yes. To some extent. Depending on your world. There is an internal logic here; you just have to...learn to think with it. You might consider that the birds here act more like birds than the birds anywhere else. They are...the mythological essence of birds."

"Which is bullshit, but at least it's a rule to make reference to."