“I’ve dealt with tongs – and sorcerers – before,” I said.
“That was in America,” Justine countered. “In San Francisco. This is China. With … all of China around us. You don’t have experience with anything that big.”
Cyrus reached out and gently patted her hand. “Aunt Justine,” he said in his quiet voice, “look around. Between China and Auntie Briar … are all of us.”
Justine stood up straight and wrinkled her nose. Then she snorted. “Devil children and soulless monsters storming the gates of Celestial Hell. Madness!”