One of the rooms in the castle had a creature in it,”…

““One of the rooms in the castle had a creature in it,” Curran said. “What kind of creature?” “A large cat,” Curran said. “It glowed.” “What happened to the large glowing cat?” Why did I have a feeling I wouldn’t like the answer? “I killed it,” Curran said. “Aha.” First, I broke Mishmar, then Curran stole Saiman back and killed my father’s glowing cat. Maybe Roland’s head would explode. “It was a saber-toothed tiger,” Julie said. “It glowed silver.” Silver meant divine magic. There was no telling what that saber-toothed tiger was or where my dad had gotten him. “Snitch,” Derek said. She waved him off. “He killed it and then he ate it.” I looked at Curran. “You killed an animal god and then you ate him?” “Maybe,” Curran said. “What do you mean maybe?” “I doubt it was a god.” “It glowed silver,” Julie said. “It was definitely worshipped.” Oh boy. Curran swerved to avoid a speed bump formed by tree roots raising the asphalt. “I could worship a lamp. That doesn’t make it a god.” “Why did you eat it?” I asked in a small voice. “It felt right at the time.” “He devoured it,” Julie said. “Completely. With bones.” If it was some sort of divine animal and he ate it, there was no telling what the flesh or the magic would do to him. There would be consequences. There were always consequences. “Do you feel any side effects?” “Not any I want to talk about with them in the car.””

— Ilona Andrews