Sometimes you have to lose a piece to win a game.
You have to be compelled to write. If youโre not, nothing else that you do matters.
I whistled. "You have evil thoughts for a goat.
Itโs hard to look in charge when youโre hunched over like Quasimodo.
I must admit Iโm impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.
His lion and hippo legs twitched. I wondered if netherworld monsters dreamed of chasing rabbits.