Cairax’s name is to be feared

“After being tied up in there, anything’s going to be too weak and embarrassed to cause you any serious problems. It’d probably just spit a hex in your direction and run for home.”
“Right,” I said. “If it was weak to start with.”
He raised the sandwich to his mouth. “Did you catch a nightmare duke or something?”
“No,” I said while he tore off a mouthful of food. “It’s Cairax Murrain.”
Weiss sprayed croissant and Romaine lettuce across the table. “What?” he shouted. “Are you insane?”

Excerpt From Ex-Communication, pg 230
Peter Clines
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