‘The Prince of the Host is all pomp and ceremony, and when he moves it is with the thunder of the wings of an army of seraphim, the crash of drums, and the clamor of horns. The Trumpeter never walks quietly when he can appear in a chorus of light. The Demon Binder takes tasks upon his own shoulders and solves his problems with his own hands. But the Watchman . . .’ Mab smiled. ‘Of the archangels, I like him the most. He is the quiet one. The subtle one. The one least known. And by far the most dangerous.’
