It's easy to forget Meja's no ordinary human, but a Valkyrie, until she off-handedly mentions things like not eating or sleeping. "Hope you did not stop eating like that. Food is too good to give up, even if ya do not need it." So proclaims the wisdom of a growing teenage boy.

He speaks wistfully of his home. "On the Front, magic gets measured in set amounts, sorta like grain or gold. It is why Skinwalkers use our hides and Rath ink-mark themselves up. We cannot get even that small bit of magic without 'em."