" Then Janner realized with a grim smile that it wasn’t a rock at all. It was Peet’s flask of water from the First Well. While the rockroach gloated over him, Janner wondered what would happen if he drank the water, though he had no real physical wounds that needed to be healed. Then he wondered what would happen if the rockroach drank the water, and before he realized what he was doing, Janner removed the flask from his pocket, opened it, and flung it into the rockroach’s mouth. Wisps of steam rose from the droplets that sprayed across the beast’s face as the flask spun through the air. Then the flask was gone, buried in the depths of the monster’s belly where the toothy cows, a horned hound, and a quill diggle had so recently gone. The beast reeled backward. Its legs and mandibles wheeled at blinding speed, and steam rose from its mouth like smoke from a chimney. "

― Andrew Peterson , North! or Be Eaten (The Wingfeather Saga, #2)