Survived Harry blasting hole

Then I drew in a breath, whirling a hand over my head and bellowed through my ragged throat, so loudly that it felt like something tore, "Fuego, pyrofuego!" I stabbed the first two fingers of my right hand forward as I did, unleashing my fury and my will. "Burn!"
A bar of blue-white fire so dense that it was nearly a solid object lashed across the distance from me to Tessa and slammed into her like an enormous spear.
The mantislike Denarian threw back her pretty face and screamed in agony as the shaft of fire bored cleanly through her, melting a wide hole that burned wider still before searing itself shut. She went down, howling and thrashing, burned by fire far deadlier and more destructive than any I had ever called before, with a blasting rod or without one.

Small Favor Chapter 44, Page 367


“Look,” Deirdre said, her voice suddenly intent.
I did. Three people in overcoats were walking up to Harvey’s building. They skipped the entrance in front and headed for the staircase in back. Two of them were men, fairly bulky. The third was a petite woman.
All three moved with a clarity and intensity of purpose that marked them as predators.
“Poachers,” Grey noted. There was a low, growling tone to his voice.
I peered at the woman a little more closely, and shot Deirdre a look over my shoulder. “Is that—?”
Her eyes were wide. She nodded tightly. “My mother.”
Fantastic.
Polonius Lartessa was another Knight of the Blackened Denarius, the bearer of Imariel. She was also Nicodemus’s estranged wife, a sorceress, and an all-around piece of bad news.

Skin Game Chapter 16, Page 117-118