bird, so regretfully set aside the compliment. “Someone has employed a feuerfinch to deliquiate this iron,” she said. “The luteofulvous threads of psychokinetic ignition still emanating from this fringilla accendo semiplume confirm it.” Looking up, she saw the engineer lean sideways toward Devon. “What’s she talking about, mate?” “A magic bird melted your tracks,” Devon translated. “Cor blimey!”
