You fiddle lucker!' she cried.
But they're already singing our praises!" "They are Americans. They toot their horns for anything.
Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.
Sometimes it felt like her life was a series of falls from ever-greater heights.
it's not called the Rusty Ruins because some guy called Rusty found them.
The human heart is a strange vessel. Love and hatred can exist side by side.