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1 " How do you expect me to provideyou with a demon tear if I don’t have abody? I can’t cry you a goddamn riverwhile stuck in a bronze reproduction ofan ugly-ass alchemist. A dead one, atthat.”“You can move your eyes,” Navin ventured. “And you’re a demon. Can’tyou do some kind of demon magic andproduce tears?”“Demon magic? Have you been eatingIronwood mushrooms? Demons don’t domagic. Demons curse. We tear apartreality and feed on the blood ofinnocents.”Navin shivered. “Stop being sodramatic. You’re hardly in the positionto tear apart reality. You’d have trouble tearing open a packet of potato chips right now.”Newton made a horrific snortingsound that might have been laughter.“Ah, dear boy. And you said youweren’t interested in comedy. If only Icould cry tears of laughter right now,we’d be peachy.”“Shut up a minute. I’m trying to think.”“I know. I can hear your two braincells rubbing together. "
― Karen Mahoney , The Stone Demon (The Iron Witch, #3)