“What’s happening?” Bob shouted blearily from where he’d landed, sideways, in the well of the passenger seat. “I’m getting my ass kicked by tiny faeries!” I shouted back, fumbling to start the car. “They’ve got my freaking number!” There was a loud pop, and a slender miniature steel dagger slammed through the passenger window, transforming it into a broken webwork, as difficult to see through as a stained-glass window. “Ack!” I said. Bob started laughing hysterically.
