Katsa and Po were trying to drown each other and, judging from their hoots of laughter, enjoying it immensely.
Kristin CashoreYou're beautiful this morning," Archer said, stopping before her, kissing her nose. "You're impossibly sweet in my shirt." That might be but she felt like death. She would gladly make the trade; how blissful it would be to feel impossibly sweet and look like death.
Kristin Cashore