Compliments came few and far between, and it was even rarer to find someone who didn’t think him ill-suited to his calling. Freydolf was unaccountably pleased to earn Tupper’s solemn approval for the one choice that had robbed him of everything, yet given him everything he now held dear.

—MEADOWSWEET by C. J. Milbrandt

In a baffling blend of trans-continental traditions, Aurelius touched his forehead, his lips, and his chest, then bowed low. With careless deference, he intoned, “Sprat, for your foresight, your forays, and your forbearance where this big oaf is concerned, you have earned my gratitude! I shall proclaim it in Verit, Terse, Prose, and Skrit!”

—HARROW by C. J. Milbrandt

Farley caressed the coiled snake’s gleaming scales, cool and silken as the real thing. He smiled at the little guardian’s reaction, for his magic sparked and swirled in an eager bid for attention. His guardian might be small, but he was ten times more powerful than Olexi or Rimbles.

—RAKEFANG by C. J. Milbrandt