Turned villages to stone

As I crossed to her, her black gown and hair became storm-cloud grey, then silver, then white again.
“Yes, my Knight?” she asked me.
I started walking around the base of the tower, away from the cottage. “Could you please come this way?”
She arched a brow but did, moving over the ground with the same approximate weight as moonlight.
I walked until we were out of sight of the cottage and the fae down the hill. Then I thumbed back the hammer on the little gun, spun, and put the barrel against Mab’s forehead.
Mab stopped and regarded me with luminous unblinking eyes. “What is the meaning of this?”
“It’s still Halloween,” I said, shaking with exhaustion and rage. “And I am in no mood for games. I want answers.”
“I have turned villages to stone for gestures less insulting than this one,” Mab said in a level tone. “But I am your guest here. And you are clearly overwrought.”


Cold Days Chapter 53, Page 498-499