“It’s not like they chopped up Eeyore here for the thrill of it,” I pointed out with a soft grimace. “Whoever did this not only killed him but placed his parts in some kind of… pattern.” I didn’t want to look, I really didn’t, but I forced my eyes back to the scene. “It’s not some meaningless slaughter. There’s meaning to every part of this.”
The comedy in this book has me laughing out loud to the point everyone else in the room is concerned haha
