While Coach Hedge was having dinner on the foredeck, a wild pegasus appeared from nowhere,stampeded over the coach’s enchiladas, and flew off again, leaving cheesy hoof prints all across the deck. “What was that for?” the coach demanded.

It is true that I once refused to eat haggis in Scotland and this did not sit well with the local population.

Well . . . sure good to be together again. Arguing. Almost dying. Abject terror. Oh, look. It's our floor.

Waitress!" Hedge called. "Six double espressos, and whatever these guys want. Put it on the girl's tab.

The metal blade hit her shoulder and passed cleanthrough her body as if she were made of water. HISSS!

i remembered the myth about Andromeda and how she had been chained to a rock by her own parents as a sacrifice to a sea monster. Maybe she'd gotten too many F's on her report card or something.

Did you bring me a rat?" "He has no time for rats, George." "No time for rats? That's just sad.