What’s the word for a perfectly reasonable fear of annoying idiots?” inquired Jessamine.

Jessamine recoiled from the paper as if it were a snake. “A lady does not read the newspaper. The society pages, perhaps, or the theater news. Not this filth.””But you are not a lady, Jessamine—,”...

You’re the shape-changer aren’t you?” he said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.”Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary...