Muse of Nightmares (Strange the Dreamer, #2)

by Laini Taylor

Aoki, one of Kora and Nova’s little half brothers, declared that his would be a butt.

He answered himself as though affronted. “I am the greatest alchemist of the age. I distilled azoth. I can transmute lead into gold. I think I can light a stove.” “What’s that, Nero?” Calixte and Tzara had come in. He gave a start, and flushed, wondering if they’d heard him talking to himself like a fool starved for flattery. “Are you arguing with that bacon?” Calixte asked. “I hope you’re winning, because I’m starving.” With a wicked grin, Tzara added, “Cannibalism doesn’t really fill you up, you see.”

“If you force me to touch your breasts, I swear to Thakra I’ll make them smaller.”

She was biting into bread and gave a little gasp. Her hand flew to her mouth, and out it fell, tiny as a kitten tooth. She stared at it with mingled wonder and horror. “A piece of my body just fell off,” she said darkly.