From BLUE MOON:
The concussion from the explosion knocked DJ on her butt. Antoine was on his feet—all four of them—and howling. He nosed her back into a corner and stood between her and the bars on their cage. Acrid smoke drifted in, smelling of ammonia and concrete dust. Human and wolf both sneezed. DJ pulled the neck of her T-shirt up over her nose to act as a filter. It didn’t help much, but was better than nothing.
“Grenade!” Danny reacted first to the metallic thunk of the explosive device hitting the concrete floor and rolling their direction. He leaped toward it and when he couldn’t scoop it up, he fell on top of it, scrambling to get control of the device to throw it back.
“Idiot.” The chide did nothing to slow her racing heart. Why should a wolf freak her out so much? That whole city girl thing notwithstanding, she was armed. With a big-ass 9mm Glock pistol. Loaded with a fifteen-shot magazine. She could take down a wolf with it. Even so, she was inordinately happy to break into clear air with the lights of a town shimmering on the horizon. She gunned the car and headed away from whatever waited for her back in the swamps.
If I had more time, I’d go through some of the other books looking for passages dealing with more “unconventional” weapons–like smiles. Tears. Sexy expressions. 😉
Okay, I lied. I want to include this snippet from FAERIE FAITH, coming out in SIX DAYS!!!!
The “feckin’ fae,” as Kieran called him, held his
audience on the tip of his bow. Unease pricked at her
scalp when his gaze met hers. Something flickered in the
muddy depths of his eyes, something sharp and
dangerous, and oh so terribly familiar.
He advanced on her, playing like the very devil
lived in the fiddle. If there was such a thing as the Wild
Hunt, Abhean would surely lead it. But this was the
mortal realm, and Abhean was no longer magic. Becca
breathed against the pressure building in her chest.