What's that supposed to mean? A wolf's head on a stick. Big wolf barbecue tonight? Bring your own wolf?
We lost the crickets.
A fifeteen-year old, of to save the world, with faries. - Angeline Fowl
Will you miss him Holly?” he asked suddenly. [...] “No,” she said. “I will not miss him.” But her eyes told the real story.
The problem is that I know the textbook answers to any question you care to ask.
Ah, my princess. Noble steed. How does the morning find you both?