You're dead, son. Cheer is contraindicated.
Ack!" I said. Fearless master of the witty dialogue, that's me.
Sullen monosyllabism, a sure sign of sleep deprivation.
Crows," Maximus breathed. "Was that who I think it was?" "Phrygiar Navaris," Tavi said, nodding. "What was she doing here?" Max asked. "Getting humiliated, mostly. Especially there at the end.
There is no spoon. I am completely spoonless over here.
I'm amazing and studly, but I have limits.