" That dying child, that wasn’t us, so don’t you cuss and don’t you dare Cross-the-sprites-and-curse-their-spite-and-make-your-hand-a-stony-fist. You can’t punch us, We don’t exist, We’re only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed. "

― Cressida Cowell , The Wizards of Once (The Wizards of Once, #1)