Im's offspring stare at stars and make clocks that calculate useless happenings like the angle of a hawk's claws as it strikes its prey. They demonstrate their contraptions and everyone marvels. My children get drunk, confuse a herd of cows with an enemy regiment, and slaughter the lot, screaming like lunatics until the entire army panics.

~ Ilona Andrews

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Torch strode over and stared at the fiverWhat's this?Some change for you. Buy your flunkies some decent clothes. I dipped my fingers into the jar and smeared think fragrant paste on my face. Torch frowned, mirroring the expression on my aunt's face.Change?Oh, for crying out loud. It's money. We don't use coins as currency now, we use paper money. He stared at me. I'm insulting you! I'm saying your poor, like a beggar, because your undead are in rags. I'm offering to clothe your servants for you, because you can't provide for them. Come on, how thick do you have to be?He jerked his hand up. A jet of flame erupted from his fingers, sliding against the ward. I jerked back from the windows on instinct. The fire died. I leaned forward. Do you understand now? More fire. What's the matter? Was that not enough money?

~ Ilona Andrews

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