He gazed amusedly down the table at Tessa. “You’re the shape-changer, aren’t you?†he said. “Magnus Bane told me about you. No mark on you at all, they say.†Tessa swallowed and looked him straight in the eye. They were discordantly human eyes, ordinary in his extraordinary face. “No. No mark.†He grinned around his fork. “I do suppose they’ve looked everywhere?†“I’m sure Will’s tried,†said Jessamine in a bored tone.
There is timing in the whole life of the warrior, in his thriving and declining, in his harmony and discord. Similarly, there is timing in the Way of the merchant, in the rise and fall of capital. All things entail rising and falling timing. You must be able to discern this.