He reached for the coin. His fingers never touched it.
With the flick of his wrist the gentleman sent the coin sailing into the air. It tumbled among the snowflakes, flashing metallic among the white. But this time the gentleman made no attempt to catch it. It fell, the sharp ping as it hit the cobblestones emphasizing the deliberateness of the insult.
– chapter 1, book 2, Blood Trilogy
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