Silver

Silver is a metal with particular magical properties.

Silver is associated with the Winter Court; all other Fae are vulnerable to silver, but using it against Winter Fae is very dangerous.<ref>“It’s all silver,” Avery noted. “Silver paint, silver wire running down her arm…”

Raquel’s eyes flashed. “Silver studs beneath her skin, silver belt buckle, silver nails sticking out of her nailbeds.”

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“Silver’s a solid anti-Faerie measure,” Yadira said. “Most courts are opposed by silver in some fashion. Except Winter. If you raise silver against Winter, you’re as good as finished. That’s the gamble. It makes sense, as default wear for a Bright Eyed. I wonder if she changes

it out depending on the Faerie she’s up against.”

- excerpt from Cutting Class 6.3 </ref>

Like salt, a fine silver chain might be appropriate for binding a bogeyman.<ref>The negative binding, using opposites, then applies to seal the hallow,

should you want to trap the Other within.  Put the Bogeyman or echo

into a container that suits them and their nature, then seal that container appropriately with something anathema to them, so emerging is harder. A rusty box surrounded by fine silver chain, an old fashioned syringe of emotional significance, buried in salt. - excerpt from Cutting Class 6.1</ref>

Silver bullets were among the standard forms of ammunition used by Witch Hunters to cover the major bases.<ref>“It’s not loaded, dink,” she said. She picked up a revolver, then spun the chamber. “What should we bring? Silver bullets, inscribed bullets, incendiary bullets…”

“Cold-forged iron,” he responded, a little sullen. “Bone. Paper. Every other

follows different rule.  What looks like a goblin could be a demon, or a
wraith, or a glamour.  I mean, you remember those ‘vampires’ from out

west.” - excerpt from Bonds 1.1 </ref> Silver chains were given to the Behaim kids that Blake speculated were blessed, and could function as a tool against most kinds of Other,<ref>Apparently unnerved enough that he’d decided to act, Craig pulled a bit of thin chain out of his pocket. I recognized it. Blessed silver chain or something. A one-stop measure for most kinds of Other or something of the sort. They’d had it in the parking lot outside the police station. - excerpt from Malfeasance 11.9</ref><ref>“Get your silvered chains,” Sunglasses said.

“We used them to bind the exit.”

“Not all of them. Tandie?”

The younger of the two girls pulled one of the gleaming chains from her bag.

“Some well-off families get their kids fancy cars,” I said. “I guess your family gives you… what? Protective chains?”

- excerpt from Subordination 6.12 </ref> such as for binding goblins.<ref>Still kneeling and immobile, I whipped out the chain.

The chain struck him across the face. Shocked more than hurt, he staggered.

I whipped it out again. I caught him around the throat and forearm.

I hauled him close. When he struggled, I bound him further with the chain.

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I growled with frustration. Tried to ignore the goblin that was rhythmically thrusting its pelvis skyward in its struggles to escape.

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“I’ll let you go if you go after Laird Behaim. I can sense the connection on the other side of the door.”

Screwloose looked up at me.

“Agree to hurt only him, tell me you’ll leave Toronto and leave people alone for a decade, and you’re as free as Maggie’s binding will leave you.”

“One-of,” he said. “Totally free?”

“Free, but you leave humanity alone.”

I saw indecision on his face.

“Yeah!”

- excerpt from Subordination 6.12 </ref>== References ==