"That's good news for us, ain't it?" said Heiji, his tails weaving slowly back and forth in the night air. The movement of them was often bewitching in itself. He was in good spirits; tonight's strategy gave him a chance to exercise one thing he loved best: cunning.

One illusion of his had sent some poor young witches practically in circles throughout the city streets until they ended up in Lambeth, and then they had other problems. "How does the night find you?"