"I ain't used to any of this ho- magic stuff." People with powers – other than magic. He'd had to get used to that. – was weird enough. But those powers getting shuffled around and passed out again like so many hands of Long Tiffany? That was fucked.

"I can't fly. Not that I know anyway. But I keep freezing sh- stuff. And there was the..." Mildmay waved a hand generally toward the floor around the door, where he'd been, up to a minute ago, a real fucking fox.