War mages ordered, threatened and bitched. They didn't deal.

He had the look of an atheist who’d just had a visit from God: stunned, disbelieving and faintly ill.

Mr. Complete Lack of Sympathy

Pritkin and Mircea mixed like oil and water, only not so well.

I left it with a warmer,” he said drily. Because war mages ate their fried chicken frozen to the ground and they liked it.

Is there anyone in this apartment who hasn’t seen me naked?” I demanded, grabbing the sheet and the phone. “I genuinely hope so, Cassandra.

Then you must be willing to fight," Mircea responded. "Life is not a gift, Raphael; it's a challenge. Rise to it!