djinn are natural metalsmiths, and this one was unusually adept. He could work the metals into strands no thicker than a hair, or into sheets, or twisted ropes. The only metal he could not touch was iron: for like all his kind, he held a powerful dread of iron, and shied away from rocks veined with ore in the way a man might recoil from a poisonous snake.
Loved the level of insight the author has and how she shows respect and a deep love for all the cultures she writes about. The main characters are endearing and remarkable looking forward to the sequel
