He
bared his teeth, white against his dark skin.
“How long have you been a Wiccan?”
“A
what?”
“A
pagan. A witch.”
“I’m not a witch,” I said, glancing out the door. “I’m a wizard.”
Sanya frowned. “What is the
difference?”
“Wizard has a Z.” He looked at me
blankly.
(from Death Masks by Jim Butcher)
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