“Giantess Mirandha shrank the man with a cold murmur of magic, the air cracking as his size collapsed under her power. She lifted him toward her mouth, the cavernous darkness inside glowing faintly with the residue of a curse she needed him to inspect, moving him in and out like a tool she could not afford to lose. Every motion reminded him that her patience—like her mercy—was limited, and that his safety depended entirely on her shifting mood.”