" A soft, plaintive screech wafted upward. A pair of eyes moved erratically toward us out of the blackness. “Duck!” I said. We fell to the dirt as a bat flew over our heads, chittering. Torquin thrust his arm upward, snatching the furry creature in midair. It struggled and squeaked, trapped in his giant man-paw. “Not duck,” he said. “But very nice breaded and fried, with mango salsa.” Aly’s face was white with horror. “That is so unbelievably disgusting. "

― Peter Lerangis , The Tomb of Shadows (Seven Wonders, #3)