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303 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 1, 2014
"Do you trust me?"
. . . Daniel loved him with the uncomplicated desperation with which small boys love their fathers. But trust? It had never occurred to Daniel not to trust him. It was like earth. Daniel never wondered if it'd be there when he took a step. Now, the smallest fissures opened in his unquestioning certainty.
Cassandra unpacked the pieces of her rifle and screwed the barrel into the action.
"One hell of a circus shot," Jo said skeptically.
"Well, Cassie's one hell of a clown," Daniel returned.
"Bet you a taco she doesn't make it."
"Bet you two tacos she does."



The La Brea Tar Pits was a place where the skin of the world broke open to reveal the magic underneath, and the life-sized plaster mammoth sculptures emphasized a very important message: Do not fuck with tar."
"The jar was coated in finely ground firedrake scales, the only substance known to withstand seps venom, but even so equipped, there were a lot of ways he could screw this up. Spill the venom and it would eat through the jar, the worktable, the floor, the foundation, the fabled dragon heart at the center of the earth, and probably shoot up in an acid geyser on a quiet residential street in China. So, you know, thought Daniel, don't spill the acid."
"Daniel was still a thief, which meant he took things and used things he had no rightful claim to, because that was how he and his friends survived."
"Excuse me," the Hierarch said in a sandpaper voice. "I'll have him fresh."