Had he expected me to hump her leg?

If a cultural reference flies over a man's head, does it make a sound if nobody else gets it.

He gave an impression of coiled power, a contained violence that if released, would explode with terrifying intensity.

I looked at the canine companion. “Me cookies. You stay.

Where is Arland?" "Rapunzel decided to walk around in the woods to get 'the feel of the battleground.' He won't leave the grounds and he promises to defend the inn with 'all the strength in his body.' I told him if he gets in trouble, he should try singing prettily so his woodland friends will come to the rescue. I don't think he got it.

The first magic wave kicked the world in the face.

Curran struck at my wrist. His fingers were cat-quick, but I had spent my life honing my reflexes, and he missed. “Well, look at that.” I studied my free wrist. “Denied. Good-bye