Morfran thrust his axe straight up. He pretty much seemed to have one sign for everything: poke a hole in the sky.

Curran and I mixed about as well as glycerin and nitric acid: put us together, shake a bit, and hit the deck as we exploded.

He said 'woman' in the same way I'd say 'Mmmm, yummy chocolate.

Her imagination painted Georgie twenty years later, sitting in leg irons before some Broken psychiatrist. "Well, you see, it all started with bubbles.

I wondered if kicking him in the head would make the whole explanation pop out of his mouth in one chunk.

The first rule of etiquette a boy learns when he's about to enter society is that civility is due to all women. No provocation, no matter how unjust and rudely delivered, can validate a man who fails to treat a woman with anything less than utmost courtesy." The boys hung on his every word. He glanced in her direction. "I have met some incredibly unpleasant women, and I have never failed in this duty. But I must admit: your sister may prove my undoing.

I did some thinking.” “That is a very dangerous pastime,” Ghastek said.