She couldn't tell where his pupils ended and the irises began; looking into those eyes was like looking into a well where children had drowned.

Majesty, I beg your forgiveness for the idignity you suffered and offer you the head of our enemy as—" "Put that thing down," I said impatiently. "I can't talk to you when you're shaking his head like a damned maraca.

There's more than one way for a girl to Google a cat.

It's inappropriate for the queen of the dead to be afraid of ghosts.

Has anyone ever told you that you lack focus?

They weren't moving. Perhaps I was dazzling then with my ineptitude. It had happened before.

I trudged around on the muddy river bottom for half an hour, patiently waiting to drown, before giving up and slogging my way back to shore.