It smelled like aging wood and creosote, plastic book covers, and old paper. Old paper, which my mom used to say was the smell of time itself.
So he's like a human compass? As far as superpowers go, that's pretty lame. You're like the Caster equivalent of Aquaman.
I hadn't fallen through his arms. He was ripped from mine.
Dig deep. Find your way to your soul.
I only assumed those dresses were costumes, based on the garish nature of the plumage.
It was crazy how a hearse and a pair of sneakers could cheer a guy up.