Flagstones worn smooth like water,
Charming sunlit street,
Breathless
A noise behind, the sounds of a pursuit
Still laughing, the rich flash of emeralds and rubies
"I stole his mother's jewels"
A little, saucy smile said;
"I could have taken the whole family fortune,
But what the hell"

- Blackout poem from a page of The Magnus Bane Chronicles, What Really Happened In Peru