“Consider,” Mab said, “that I have done something for her that you never could have.” “What's that, exactly?” “I have put her beyond the reach of the White Council and their Wardens,” Mab said, again […]

Unless the hunter is a dead-eye Dick, lighter guns may not kill cleanly.

a clear profit

[O]h, yes! the loon does shriek dreadfully - particularly when there's fine rain[.]