Janet, an owl-woman, and Moggin, a briar-troll, brought death to the essence-furnaces on the eve of their daughter's birthday.Moggin, his mule's tail tied in a careful elf-knot, wasn't carrying the death very well. He was keeping it in a large, awkward pot and some of it was spilling over the sides, causing his arms to bleed."Careful," Janet said. "We don't need you hung up in bed all day."--Some excerpts from the Fraternity of Order's Bestiarae Planarae: