A feral, airless, voiceless screech broke the air as Woodbury rocketed forward, baring long and pointed claws. She made it about five feet before Sloan blasted her with a salvo of gunfire. The fairy erupted in a blaze of sparks and static, crashed into cardboard Shakespeare, rebounded several times, and landed in a curled lump at Delaney's feet. By the time the glow of Sloan's light ebbed away, Woodbury had returned to her civilian clothes and did not so much as stir.

(Chapter 16)