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First published May 29, 2012
“Congrats, you’ve just had your first assassination attempt.”
“As I walked, I started making a list of everyone in the mage world whom I’d opposed, fought with, or otherwise irritated. After I ran out of fingers to count on I decided to limit the number to people I’d pissed off relatively recently.”
“I don’t sell spells, and I don’t sell tricks. I don’t carry illusions or marked cards or weighted coins. I cannot sell you an endless purse or help you win the lottery. I can’t make that girl you’ve got your eye on fall in love with you, and I wouldn’t do it even if I could. I don’t have a psychic hotline to your dead relatives, I don’t know if you’re going to be successful in your career, and I don’t know when you’re going to get married. I can’t get you into Hogwarts or any other kind of magic school, and if you even mention those stupid sparkly vampires I will do something unpleasant to you.”
"I'm not exactly the fighting type."Even if you don't get to see Cinder a lot, a few of his actions here show a whole new layer of his character. It isn't connected to Alex Verus or anything, but still.
"Bullshit," Cinder said. "You act it. Fool some people. Fooled me once. You're a predator. You just hide it."
I raised an eyebrow at Cinder. "Pretty weak for a predator."
"Yeah?" Cinder said. "Last ten years. How many people tried to kill you? Don't mean a skirmish. A proper try."
I shrugged. "Haven't kept count."
Cinder nodded. "How many still alive?"

