Amen, sister, ... All apologies to Tom Cruise.
Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.
Everything is randomly connected.
You couldn't be perfect enough to keep the world from betraying you.
For once, Evie didn’t know what to say. She hadn’t really thought of her uncle as very human. He was more like a textbook who occasionally remembered to put on a tie. But it was clear that he was, indeed, human, with a deep wound named Rotke.
The wolf was at the door. His shadow spilled into the room, taking it over.