"And it happens to everyone?" Rhys asks, wincing. "No way to avoid it? I can't take some medicine or something to stop a horn from popping out of the middle of my head?"

That would be handy as a weapon but Rhys can just picture himself running into a myriad of doors and people, all of them bitching about his dumb horn and how they don't want to be run through by a part of his body, like he could help it.

"And if I can't prevent it, do I get a choice in what I get?" Rhys wonders.