There were more bears here at the inn than Mildmay'd seen when they went to Europe. But he remembered the moment on the train. And Felix hadn't got eaten by bears. He'd even magic zapped the automaton.

He shook his head. "Run over by one of them 'cars'." That was how it would happen in a world like that. 'Cause powers knew he wouldn't fuckin' look, too busy thinking about architectural thaumaturgy or metaphors or something, or catching a glimpse of his reflection in those huge windows and glass walls that was everywhere, and step right out in front of traffic.