Im's offspring stare at stars and make clocks that calculate useless happenings like the angle of a hawk's claws as it strikes its prey. They demonstrate their contraptions and everyone marvels. My children get drunk, confuse a herd of cows with an enemy regiment, and slaughter the lot, screaming like lunatics until the entire army panics.

Settle down, Princess. It’s not my first time.

He'd laugh in my face, then I'd slice him to ribbons and then he'd break my neck

Half-man, half-beast, all nightmare. The shapeshifter warrior form.

On a scale from one to ten, the Pack was eleven and everything else a one.

Just so you know: if a rakshasa shows up, I left my sword in the car.

I'm going to kick you in the head when I get home. Repeatedly.