Outside Omens

War fingered the knife thoughtfully, tapping her forefinger against the blade. It didn't look as if she was going to need it, but while Michael may not have been inclined to stab erratically, Mictain might be. Besides, if nothing else, the feeling of cold steel under her fingers was reassuring, like a security blanket. "Actually, I came to say your friends are complete fuckwads," she said blunty. "But we can talk hair if you want."