Far back in the shadows of the room, perched on the edge of a table like an escaped gargoyle, was a tiny, skull-faced man. His hands, more bone than flesh, lay twisted together on bony knees under a sharp chin. His expression […] was one of unalloyed malignity. […] the New Faction leader already deep in conference with the man […] the head of his spy network, a man known in the streets of Tai-tastigon only as the Creeper.
– Jame's narration, God Stalk, Book II: Crown of Nights, "Chapter 5: Winter Days"