"Well, he took it worse than I did," Curran said. "I don't see what the big deal is." "It's a sword made out of your grandmother's bones, Kate." I shrugged. Landon stared at me through the windshield, turned around, paced back and forth, and stared at me again. "Do you know what most people have from their grandmother? A tea set. Or a quilt." Curran smiled. "If your family had a quilt, it would be made out of chimera skin and stuffed with feathers from dead angels."