““Who eats whole raw fish?” she inquired aloud. “Kelpies,” said Alec. “Selkies. Maybe the occasional nixie.” “Don’t order any of the faerie food,” said Jace, looking at her over the top of his menu. “It tends to make humans a little crazy. One minute you’re munching a faerie plum, the next minute you’re running naked down Madison Avenue with antlers on your head. Not,” he added hastily, “that this has ever happened to me.””
