Peaks’s head jerked. His eyes widened in amazement because now he was seeing Shade change . . . change . . . changed, all in a matter of seconds. He started to yell but Shade was no longer there. She raced into the kitchen, yanked a twelve-inch chef’s knife from the block, zoomed through the front door and out to the street, slashed like a crazed killer, and returned, vibrating to a stop.

The sight of her caused a nearly comic recoil from everyone, including Martin.

“Listen. I’m sorry.” She had to drawl at what to her was a comically slow speed, but still she suspected she was hard to understand. “But I. Just cut. The tires. On all. Your vehicles.”

Monster, Chapter 9