Objects carrying magic spells

Usage examples of mojos.

As if on cue, the mojos relaxed again, and Cerenkov returned to the line.

The mojos, wings still poised at the ready, became living statues on the Qasamans' shoulders.

Flickers of fire erupted from outstretched hands, and even as their mojos took to the air the sound of gunfire reached Pyre's ears.

As before, the mojos attacked swiftly, swooping in through the tarbines' attempts at evasion.

With the larger birds' head start, though, most made it into the cover of the nearest trees before their mojos could disengage.

Pyre targeted two of the tarbines just before they entered the forest and, on slightly reckless impulse, locked onto one of the riding mojos as well.

If you'd arrived an hour sooner—but, no, you haven't got mojos, of course.

And by then our adoption of the mojos as bodyguards was also well underway.

The presence of so many mojos virtually eye to eye with him was something he found particularly unnerving, and Moff's continued absence wasn't helping a bit.

Would the mojos recognize them as the source of the lethal laser flashes in a battle?

For whatever reason—appearance, odor, speech—the Aventinians apparently had been exempted from the automatic protection the mojos gave their Qasaman masters.

Six guards in an ordinary bus was a fairly loose setup, even with the mojos and against four unarmed prisoners.

The dead Qasaman hadn't even fallen to the floor before the remaining five mojos were in the air, sweeping toward him like silver-blue Furies.

Mojo wings slapped at his eyes, blinding him, but he didn't need his sight to know that his right forearm was being flayed, his right hand torn by beaks and talons as the mojos fought single-mindedly to get the palm-mate away from him.

He would just have to let them take him to the other prisoners, hope he could take out all the additional guards and mojos that would undoubtedly be present—And pray the bus didn't stop outside of town at a checkpoint with long-range communications capability.