"Never gets old!" DuPage swiveled and laughed. "Every time it happens it never gets old!" From her gold sage's robes her arm with its giant book extended and she slammed the book into Clownmuffle's bewildered face.
Her book had no windup, just a wrist flick, but Clownmuffle snapped back and an arc of blood whipped out either her mouth or nose. Which was the last thing Hegewisch saw before the wraith that grasped her forced her head into its maw.
(Chicago, chapter 4)