No, tiny violent one.

“...something was starting to take shape, out of magic and will. Smoke and bone.”

“These soldiers had done what they had done, and been done unto in return. This …”

“When a street musician lowered his violin to inquire, 'Hey lovely, what you got…”

“—No eres mi tipo.—Bueno, tú no eres el tipo de nadie —respondió Hazael—. No, es…”