" Get clear!” he shouted as the crack of gunfire, the whiz of arrows in flight ripped through the city’s canyons. A girl of about sixteen, blood running down her face, leaped out. “Screw that.” She grabbed for a charred piece of wood and, wielding it like a club, rushed into the fight. "

― Nora Roberts , The Rise of Magicks (Chronicles of The One, #3)