So annemer like Mildmay wouldn't see shit. Good to know. Molly was okay, least until something happened to make her batshit, but she said any hocus from her world could do it, and wizards were wizards.

"What about something slower'n a bullet?" Course, the real trick with hocuses was not letting 'em get so much as a word out, and if there was the less chance they was blood-wizard, nothing that'd spill so much as a drop.