I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat.
She would always be my biggest what if.
A surgeon would never hesitate to amputate a rotting hand, no matter how faithfully it had served its owner in the past.
Honestly, I thought I was going to be a kite forever, suffocating inside a little feathery prison. And he had the nerve to make fun!
[Iris] squeezed his hand. "Don't lose hope, Frank. Rainbows always stand for hope.
Um, dad?" I called "How's it going?" "Percy!" Annabeth whispered. "We're in a hurry!