Her prompt was "Tharkay and name":
His father called him George, determinedly; his mother made no demur, but she did not need to: the weight of aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents were ranged with her, and all their society. At the age of five, Tenzing thought the other only a pet name, and English a private language for two; he was conscious of the greatest indignation when the British envoy visited and with his loud voice intruded.
She died, two years later, and his world was altered; but the change ensured her victory: he could not resist being taken away, but he refused to answer to George.
Day two of Comic-Con was, uh, mostly spent by the pool watching other people stand in very very long lines </bad fan>. Sadly, I have acquired a brilliantly red nose despite carefully staying under an umbrella ALL DAY, which does not seem fair, so I now have a cheap and ugly pink San Diego baseball cap on. :P There were also fun interviews with Annalee Newitz of io9.com (in awesome Jaenelle Monae cosplay) and Adam Rogers of wired.com, and the day ended in a lovely dinner with whitearrow and awesome writers Gillian Horvath, Melinda Snodgrass, and Nancy Holder. \o/
Today is my Del Rey booth signing at 4, and then I may wander around the dealer's room a little more if I am feeling adventurous and the floor does not appear to be a life-threateningly-solid mass of humanity.
And tomorrow, home! \o/