Lecturing Brooks was as useful as lecturing a cat.
Hot tea," he said, holding the cups. "It's just wrong.
Something about her suggested that her leisure activities included wrestling large woodland animals and banging bricks together.
I'm Keith," he said, "and you're . . . clearly mad, but what's your name?
Salt. Wound. Together at last.
You can never visit the same place twice. Each time, it's a different story. By the very act of coming back, you wipe out what came before.