Dragons, Heists and Other Retirement Plans (Hornsboggle & Dodge #1)

Lamplighters were out doing their nightly work when the septet emerged into the misty evening air of Low Street.

The chill breeze carried scents of kitchen fires and blended spices, suggesting the hour was turning toward dinnertime.

Mrs. Chrysler looked around them to get her bearings, while Ruben struck the cobbles angrily with his cane, his eyes shining and his cheeks flushed.

“What a selfish, self-righteous, son of a… barracuda,” he said, catching Katherine’s eye. “You sure showed him, Caterina. And Mrs. C. too,” he went on hastily, as Mrs. Chrysler turned to face him. “Tuck’s deserved a telling off like that for a long time.”