Sublime

Drew up magic from the ground and poured it into their shields, imbuing them with strange properties. Powered by the earth. There might be enough magic left in the ground for the old charms to still do their job. But a lead bullet, chemically propelled, pays as much attention to old fay magic as it might pay to a veil of cobwebs. It punches through

the testosterone-filled, self-aware, blood, guts, and bullets script.

Truck. Roy would have to kill him first. Talk to Science about what he did with Roy’s gun. Hopefully he hadn’t tossed it. Roy was pretty sure that this kid would have kept it. He got the feeling he liked it.

guns now kill more children annually than automobiles (an astonishing predicament America shares only with Yemen).